I aim to tell the truth about any subject, not a romance or fantasy, not avoid the truth.

India is a curious place that still preserves the past, religions, and its history. No matter how modern India becomes, it is still very much an old country.

I try to trace the connection between the characters and that way a story or plot emerges.

Isn't it strange how life won't flow, like a river, but moves in jumps, as if it were held back by locks that are opened now and then to let it jump forwards in a kind of flood?

People think that because I write about India I must be trying to portray India in a way.

The wheel turns and turns and turns: it never stops and stands still.

Do you know anyone who would - secretly, sincerely, in his innermost self - really prefer to return to childhood?