Put your backbone where your wishbone is.
In spite of all temptations of belonging to many nations, I've remained an Indian.
My eyes close. I am here and not here. A waking nap? A flight to the end of the galaxy and perhaps a couple of billion light-years beyond?
I just love music - by no stretch of the imagination am I professionally competent.
You know, I can imagine not writing a novel and writing poetry only.
Music, such music, is a sufficient gift. Why ask for happiness; why hope not to grieve? It is enough, it is to be blessed enough, to live from day to day and to hear such music-not too much, or the soul could not sustain it-from time to time.