All over India, all over the world, as the sun or the shadow of darkness moves from east to west, the call to prayer moves with it, and people kneel down in a wave to pray to God. Five waves each day - one for each namaaz - ripple across the globe from longitude to longitude. The component elements change direction, like iron filings near a magnet - towards the house of God in Mecca.

You get your inspiration - suggestions - wherever you have to, even from your mother.

Boredom provides a stronger inclination to write than anything.

You can talk good ideas out of existence.

I think if something is worth doing, it's worth doing well. And worth thinking about it as well.

In spite of all temptations of belonging to many nations, I've remained an Indian.

I certainly think its very important that writers as citizens - not necessarily as writers, but just as ordinary citizens - should talk about things that matter to them.