So we tell the same story, over and over. Just the details are different

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.

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

Black money is so much a part of our white economy, a tumour in the centre of the brain - try to remove it and you kill the patient.

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

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.

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.