Some Events Take A Lifetime To Reveal

A Writer Uses A Pen Instead Of A Scalpel Or Blow Torch.

Githa Hariharan's Fiction Is Wonderful-full Of Subtleties And Humor And Tenderness.

In The Desert You Celebrate Nothing But Water.

…even The Idea Of A City Never Entered His Mind. It Was As If He Had Walked Under The Millimeter Of Haze Just Above The Inked Fibers Of A Map, That Pure Zone Between Land And Chart, Between Distances And Legends, Between Nature And Storyteller. The Place They Had Chosen To Come To, To Be Their Best Selves, To Be Unconscious Of Ancestry. Here, Apart From The Sun Compass And The Odometer Mileage, And The Book, He Was Alone, His Own Invention. He Knew During These Times How The Mirage Worked, The Fata Morgana, For He Was Within It.

A Blind Lover, Don't Know What I Love Till I Write It Out