The Perfumist of Paris (The Jaipur Trilogy, #3)

by Alka Joshi

“The measure of us isn’t in the day-to-day. And it’s not in our past or our future. It’s in the fundamental changes we make within ourselves over a lifetime. Samajh-jao?”

How fragile our hearts are when we open them wide to allow love that never arrives!

“Being a woman is difficult. I can see why my mother didn’t like her own gender. We can do so much. Give so much. But not everyone wants what we’re offering. And in the end, we’re left with…pieces of a whole. Shards. Splinters. Chips. Pick them up, they cut our hands. Leave them on the ground, they cut our feet. It’s hard for us to just walk away.”

I’ve come to think that some people are meant to be in our lives for a certain length of time and not a moment more.