Walk, first, through the fire, then philosophize.

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.

He who spits paan at the ceiling only blinds himself.

The carnage upon the chessboard of life, left wounded humans in its wake

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.

All fiction relies on the real world in the sense that we all take in the world through our five senses and we accumulate details, consciously or subconsciously. This accumulation of detail can be drawn on when you write fiction.