The slums are not a place of despair. Its inhabitants are all working towards a better life.
Global terror does not respect national boundaries.
One does not question a miracle.
I wonder what it feels like to have no desires left because you have satisfied them all, smothered them with money even before they are born. Is an existence without desire very desirable? And is the poverty of desire better than rank poverty itself?
I need to meet people to be able to write.
Indian writers have appropriated English as an Indian language, and that gives a certain freshness to the way we write.