I did not go to any creative writing workshop; I did not major in literature. If I can write, anyone can write. All it needs is imagination.

Mumbai may not be my city. But it is my kind of city.

...a rainy day ceases to have meaning for a person who has lived in the open under a monsoon cloud most of his life.

And I realized again that real life is different from reel life.

The first thing you have to understand is that I was not desperate to be a writer. I was never a closet writer filing away notes in a cupboard.

I am the luckiest novelist in the world. I was a first-time novelist who wasn't awash in rejection slips, whose manuscript didn't disappear in slush piles. I have had a wonderful time.

I am not into the unrealistic realm of magic realism where birds talk.