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

Ever since I could first write I have been doing so. When I was taught how to write and read at school, I made up my mind that this was what I love to do best and this was the world I was going to occupy.

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.

The book begins and ends with the visits to give the impression of a tunnel into their ancestors and family history. I believe in going backwards into the past - I felt I was digging a tunnel back to the past.

...the moon that hung over the garden like some great priceless pearl, flawed and blemished with grey shadowy ridges as only a very great beauty can risk being.

Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.

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