No Fruit Dies So Vile And Offensive

All Day, The Colors Had Been Those Of Dusk, Mist Moving Like A Water Creature Across The Great Flanks Of Mountains Possessed Of Ocean Shadows And Depths.

The Indian Diaspora Is A Wonderful Place To Write From And I Am Lucky To Be Part Of It.

I Don't Think You Can Write According To A Set Of Rules And Laws; Every Writer Is So Different.

Could Fulfillment Ever Be Felt As Deeply As Loss?

The Publishing World Is Very Timid. Readers Are Much Braver.