14 Quotes by Meghna Pant

She gave her a long embrace, like pie baking in the warmth of an oven.

Of all the roles she’d played – daughter, student, employee, sister and wife – wife was the smallest and in proportion the most difficult, as though it had run out of steam with its own scale. The word ‘wife’ was too small to accommodate its responsibility.

Perhaps the only way to love is to bury yourself so deeply in it that you avoid its very suffering.

Like a Persian carpet the weave of time pushed their lives into a pattern.

In Indian society every institution – prayer, education, family, beauty, chastity and career – was a rung of the ladder of life, which had to be climbed to reach the top rung, marriage.