The Forest of Enchantments

by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

What right did we have to cause destruction to those who had been here long before we came?

No. Love is the spade with which we bury, deep inside our being, the things that we cannot bear to remember,

‘I forgave you a long time ago,’ I say to Ram. ‘Though I didn’t know it until now. Because this is the most important aspect of love, whose other face is compassion: It isn’t doled out, drop by drop. It doesn’t measure who is worthy and who isn’t. It is like the ocean. Unfathomable. Astonishing. Measureless.’