One senses that, in these conditions, no amount of wet-wiping could bring true hygiene.
My father used to say that stories are part of the most precious heritage of mankind.
I was becoming addicted to Bombay. There was squalor and poverty, but I had begun to realise my good fortune and would never again forget it.
Contemplation is a luxury, requiring time and alternatives.
A journey, I reflected, is of no merit unless it has tested you.
Once in a very long time you come across a book that is far, far more than the ink, the glue and the paper, a book that seeps into your blood.