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.

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

In a painting, you can't make out whether the artist painted the left eye before the right eye. In Chinese calligraphy, you can see the progression of the artist's stroke.

It's not the gods But our own hearts We need to fear. The evil starts Against all odds Not there but here.

The thing about inspiration is that it takes your mind off everything else.

Boredom provides a stronger inclination to write than anything.

I am certainly not allergic to causes - particularly on subjects such as religious intolerance.