Do we loathe our masters behind a facade of love - or do we love them behind a facade of loathing?

Do we loathe our masters behind a facade of love - or do we love them behind a facade of loathing?

Inconvenience in progress, work is regretted.

I grew up, as many Indians do, in an archipelago of tongues. My maternal grandfather, who was a surgeon in the city of Madras, was fluent in at least four languages and used each of them daily.

I am coming back to New York after five years, and it seems that psychics are taking over the city.

It has always been very difficult for writers to survive commercially in India because the market was so small. But that's not true at all any more. It's one of the world's fastest growing and most vibrant markets for books, especially in English.

Nothing can stop a living thing that wants to be free