If time were a bolt of cloth,” said Om, “I would cut out all the bad parts. Snip out the scary nights and stitch together the good parts, to make time bearable. Then I could wear it like a coat, always live happily.

In foreign countries they fear baldness. They are so rich in foreign countries, they can afford to fear all kinds of silly things.

Traffic in the streets of Bombay is chaotic at best. Riding a bicycle is a dangerous occupation. However, there are hundreds of them on the streets competing with the cars and buses and lorries because it is the poor man's mode of transport.

You see, you cannot draw lines and compartments, and refuse to budge beyond them, sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.

There didn't seem to her any harm in it, and the make-believe was so comforting.

Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.