“But,’ I said, and I couldn’t keep the anger from my voice, ‘what occurred when I was alone in the darkness, under the sorrow tree, you don’t know. You don’t know my despair. You don’t even know my exhilaration, how it felt—first in the forest and then in Ayodhya—when I was the most beloved woman in creation.’ ‘I wrote what the divine vision showed me,’ he said. ‘It must have been a god that brought it to you, then, and not a goddess,’ I said drily.”
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni,
The Forest of Enchantments
