Burnt Sugar Quotes

“Reality is something that is co-authored,’ the woman says. ‘It makes sense that you would begin to find this disturbing. When someone says that something is not what you think of it as, it can cause slight tremors in the brain, variations in brain activity, and subconscious doubts begin to emerge. Why do you think people experience spiritual awakenings? It’s because the people around us are engaged. The frenzy is a charge that’s contagious.’ ‘Are you saying my mother is contagious?’ ‘No, I’m not. Though maybe I am, in a sense. We actively make memories, you know. And we make them together. We remake memories, too, in the image of what other people remember.’ ‘The doctor says my mother has become unreliable.’ ‘We are all unreliable. The past seems to have a vigour that the present does not.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“Morning is the time for deep breaths, and discovering, ourselves anew in our bodies”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“Sometimes I cry when no one else is around – I am grieving, but it’s too early to burn the body.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“I suffered at her hands as a child, and any pain she subsequently endured appeared to me to be a kind of redemption - a rebalancing of the universe, where the rational order of cause and effect aligned. But now, I can't even the tally between us. The reason is simple - my mother is forgetting and there is nothing I can do about it. There is no way ti make her remember the things she has done in the past, no way to baste her in guilt.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“When the moon was full, my mother would burn sandlewood incense throughout her flat with the windows closed. Kali Mata had told her to do this to vanquish evil spirits and mosquitoes. We stopped the practice for a year when the doctor said it was giving me asthma. Ma believes that was the year everything went wrong.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“She continues talking about how difficult things were. These tales have been passed down from mothers to daughters since women had mouths and stories could be told. They contain some moral message, some rites of passage. But they also transfer that feeling all mothers know before their time is done. Guilt.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“The present is seen for what it is, a fleck always slipping through the sieve.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“I wonder how I will love Ma when she is at the end. How will I be able to look after her when the woman I know as my mother is no longer residing in her body? When she no longer has a complete consciousness of who she is and who I am, will it be possible for me to care for her the way I do now, or will I be negligent, the way we are with children who are not our own, or voiceless animals, or the mute, blind and deaf, believing we will get away with it, because decency is something we enact in public, with someone to witness and rate our actions, and if there is no fear of blame, what would the point of it be?”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“I told her that staying doesn’t have the appeal, the mystery, of escape. To stay is to be staid, to be resigned, to believe this is all there will ever be. Aren’t we creatures made for searching, investigation, dominion? Aren’t we built to believe there can always be something better?”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“I wonder, sometimes, at the pathways in his mind, at the way his thoughts move, so disciplined and linear. His world is contained, finite. He understands what I say literally - a word has a meaning and a meaning has a word. But I imagine other possibilities and see the heaviness of speech. If I draw a line from a point X to all its other connections, I find myself at the center of something I cannot plot my way out of, There is so much to misinterpret.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“I had been taught for most of my life that the moment for living was yet to come, that the phase I was living in, a perpetual state of childhood, was a time for waiting.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“I had been taught for most of my life that the moment for living was yet to come, that the phase I was living in, a perpetual state of childhood, was a time for waiting. And so, I waited, impatiently, resentfully, longing for this period of incapacitation to pass.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“Miscommunications emerge from mislaid certainty.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“There are repercussions for living the life she’s chosen. I wonder if the loss is worth it, and if she believes it’s worth it. I wonder what she feels after I leave to go back to Dilip and she looks around her house. Maybe this isn’t her choice at all, but another path she has mapped over and over, one she cannot unlearn. I want to ask her if, in all the years she has run away, any part of her screams come after me? Does she want to be caught, brought back and convinced that she is important, that she is necessary?”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“He says my mother and I have always shared some version of our objective reality. Without me, her ties to that may have loosened, sad, but true – yet on the other hand, as a caregiver, the distance might be good for me. It is difficult when everything starts to vanish. He says memory is a work in progress. It’s always being reconstructed.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“At the end she will be a house I've moved out of, containing nothing that is familiar”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“Gli intellettuali francesi storcevano il naso quando Bataille diceva che l'illuminazione poteva nascondersi nella merda, o Dio in una prostituta, ed è possibile che ora i neurologi preferiscano tenere in piedi lo schermo che separa il loro campo dal resto del corpo, la sacralità della barriera sangue-cervello, perché uno stronzo non può avere nulla a che fare coi misteri su cui indagano loro.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“Ma naps on the sofa, and for a moment I can imagine what she’ll look like when she dies, when her face slackens and the air abandons her lungs. Around her are objects, papers, photo frames filled with faces she hasn’t seen in years. Among these things her body looks lifeless and alone, and I wonder if the pressure of an audience is what forces the blood to pump. It’s easy to unravel when no one is watching.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“We are all unreliable. The past seems to have a vigour that the present does not.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“We dissolve with questions”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“I told him that staying doesn't have the appeal, the mystery, of escape. To stay is to be staid, to be resigned, to believe this is all there will ever be. Aren't we creatures made for searching, investigation, dominion? Aren't we built to believe there can always be something better?”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“The world exists only as far as you can see”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“I wonder at the terror physicists must have felt when the laws of Newton failed under a microscope. They poked a little too far. Many of them must have wished they could un-see what they had witnessed and go back to a simpler time.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“This is usual and always accompanies reproach for him - he divests himself of responsibility or choice in all past, current or future situations at the beginning of any conversations we have. He means to head off any blame I might be ready with. He doesn't know I always empty my pockets of that stuff before I pass the threshold of his house, that even once I am inside, I know a different kind of door remains closed in front of me.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“I tell her I am not sure what to do, that maybe I’ve lost my imagination.
She says she never thought my work required much imagination, that it was copying an image over and over again.
I explain that I mean another kind of imagination, the kind that invents a world where my work matters. But the days seem endless and bright, so time doesn't seem to move.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“He can never leave me once I have his child.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“She says she never thought my work required much imagination, that it was copying an image over and over again.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“Sister Maria Theresa bent her head to look at the picture and, without warning, stabbed the pencil into the back of my palm.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“Ma had not made any plans before leaving the ashram.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar

“A year ago, at the Club, she fingered me in a bathroom stall while our husbands ordered drinks at the bar. We’ve never spoken of it.”
― Avni Doshi, Burnt Sugar