The lilacs smelled like brevity. They knew how to arrive, and how to exit. (Page 324)
Imagine not knowing you share the same blood as the low-caste girl your family adopted. The one that is a few years older but always dutifully providing you her company. Your mother admonishes your father for bringing this girl of a lesser societal status home, but for you she’s practically a sister.
I have always been the one to question if our life is a result of the choices we make or is it fate.