Time had changed the magical to mundane

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

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.

World can be a bewildering place,and dreams and ambitions are often paths to the most pernicious of traps

How can time be long or short? Time is without length or breadth. The question is, what happened during its passing. And what happened is, our lives have been joined together.

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

In the broad sense, as a processing of everything one hears or witnesses, all fiction is autobiographical - imagination ground through the mill of memory. It's impossible to separate the two ingredients.