“The hunger for a mother's love does not disappear when you grow up. It learns new names for itself.”

— Nikita Datar

“What your mother could not name in herself, she passed to you as shame.”

— Nikita Datar

“Healing the mother wound is not a betrayal of your mother. It is a reclamation of yourself.”

— Nikita Datar

“You learned to make yourself small in rooms where she was large. You can unlearn this.”

— Nikita Datar