Why couldn't she be part of that family? rent a room in someone else's life.

When I was growing up the publishing world seemed so far away. When my mother wrote a book, she would look up the address of publishers on the backs of the books she owned and send off her manuscript.

I don't think you can write according to a set of rules and laws; every writer is so different.

If you write a lovely story about India, you're criticized for selling an exotic version of India. And if you write critically about India, you're seen as portraying it in a negative light - it also seems to be a popular way to present India, sort of mangoes and beggars.

When you write on your own, you can write the extremes. No one else is watching and you can really go as far as you need to.

In India, if you are from the elite, dogs are extremely important. The breed of the dog indicates your wealth, that you are westernized. The cook, another human being, is on a much lower level than your dog. You see this all the time.

She'd have to propel herself into the future by whatever means possible or she'd be trapped forever in a place whose times had already passed.