" You know that I'm the owner of Curried Dreams, right? I inherited it as his wife." Her parents had never gotten divorced. Ashna remembered how guilty she had felt every time she prayed that they would. "I think it's time we sell it."
Ashna dumped the paper towels in the garbage, hands shaking. The urge to press down, crush the garbage until it shrank to the bottom of the bin pushed inside her. "That's a new low, even for you." She gave in and jammed her hand into the garbage, pressing it down until it crushed and folded and smashed.
"You already hate me. I might as well do what's right for you and risk you hating me more."
"How is forcing me to give up my livelihood right for me?" She washed her hands to keep from shoving the garbage again.
"If it weren't for Curried Dreams you would actually be looking for and doing something you enjoyed. You'd get out from that dark place your father thrust you into."
Ashna was shaking now. All she wanted was to walk away. To crawl into bed. To get away from Shobi.
The habit of walking away from things must be a hard one to break.
Go to hell, Frederico Silva!
"Curried Dreams is not a dark place. I can turn it around. I'm close to doing it."
"You're not going to win that show. You don't even like being a chef! You can't win without passion."
"Thanks, Mom. And not all of us are selfish enough to put ourselves and our damn passion before everything else!"
Shobi gasped and Ashna sucked in her lips. "

― Sonali Dev , Recipe for Persuasion (The Rajes, #2)