Kanta Agarwal Quotes in The Henna Artist
“You're just saying things to hurt me. You always do. Just like you never wanted me to find you. Never wanted me to live with you.” [Radha] turned her red rimmed eyes toward Kanta. “That's why I want a family, Auntie! She's not my family. Not really. Not in the way that counts! You and uncle are more of a family to me than she is!”
Her words felt like a hammer blow. Kanta looked at me sympathetically.
No one said anything for a while. Finally, Kanta released a long sigh and stood. She went to sit on the arm of Radha’s chair and lifted her chin with two fingers. “Listen to Lakshmi. She is your jiji. She has done everything she can to make sure you have a good future—the best. You cannot talk to her like that. Not in my house.”
“She never spends time with me. All she does is work!”
Each of Radha 's accusations felt like a slap on my cheek.
“She has to support herself.” Kanta took Radha’s hand in hers. “And you. And Malik. She's brave, and she's very fierce. You two are a lot alike, you know.”
Alike? I never thought Radha and I shared anything but the watercolors of our eyes.
“I'm lucky, Radha,” Kanta continued, “I've never had to support myself. Never had to worry about money. Even now my father helps us out when Manu’s civil salary falls short of our expenses. My situation is very different from yours.” She sighed. “As much as I would like it to be different for you, it's not. You must think about money—how to pay rent, how to afford a new pair of shoes, food. As your sister has always done. I accept responsibility for what I've done, Radha. Your sister's not to blame. And neither are you.”
“The gossip-eaters were right. I'll always be the Bad Luck Girl.”
I pulled my head back to look at her. I lifted her chin. “No, Radha, you won't. You never were. You never will be. I'm sorry I ever said that of you. You've brought so much good luck into my life, into our lives. If it hadn't been for you, do you think I'd be going to Shimla? Building my own healing garden? Working with Dr. Kumar? How would I have done any of that without you?”[…]
“And look how you've helped me create a family. Malik. Kanta and Manu. And Nikhil. And, of course, you. You, Radha, Krishna’s wise gopi.”
What a miracle that she had found me, and I, her.
“So, Rundo Rani, burri sayani…are you coming to Shimla with us?”
Kanta Agarwal Quotes in The Henna Artist
“You're just saying things to hurt me. You always do. Just like you never wanted me to find you. Never wanted me to live with you.” [Radha] turned her red rimmed eyes toward Kanta. “That's why I want a family, Auntie! She's not my family. Not really. Not in the way that counts! You and uncle are more of a family to me than she is!”
Her words felt like a hammer blow. Kanta looked at me sympathetically.
No one said anything for a while. Finally, Kanta released a long sigh and stood. She went to sit on the arm of Radha’s chair and lifted her chin with two fingers. “Listen to Lakshmi. She is your jiji. She has done everything she can to make sure you have a good future—the best. You cannot talk to her like that. Not in my house.”
“She never spends time with me. All she does is work!”
Each of Radha 's accusations felt like a slap on my cheek.
“She has to support herself.” Kanta took Radha’s hand in hers. “And you. And Malik. She's brave, and she's very fierce. You two are a lot alike, you know.”
Alike? I never thought Radha and I shared anything but the watercolors of our eyes.
“I'm lucky, Radha,” Kanta continued, “I've never had to support myself. Never had to worry about money. Even now my father helps us out when Manu’s civil salary falls short of our expenses. My situation is very different from yours.” She sighed. “As much as I would like it to be different for you, it's not. You must think about money—how to pay rent, how to afford a new pair of shoes, food. As your sister has always done. I accept responsibility for what I've done, Radha. Your sister's not to blame. And neither are you.”
“The gossip-eaters were right. I'll always be the Bad Luck Girl.”
I pulled my head back to look at her. I lifted her chin. “No, Radha, you won't. You never were. You never will be. I'm sorry I ever said that of you. You've brought so much good luck into my life, into our lives. If it hadn't been for you, do you think I'd be going to Shimla? Building my own healing garden? Working with Dr. Kumar? How would I have done any of that without you?”[…]
“And look how you've helped me create a family. Malik. Kanta and Manu. And Nikhil. And, of course, you. You, Radha, Krishna’s wise gopi.”
What a miracle that she had found me, and I, her.
“So, Rundo Rani, burri sayani…are you coming to Shimla with us?”