When You Write On Your Own, You

A Man Wasn't Equal To An Animal, Not One Particle Of Him. Human Life Was Stinking Corrupt, And Meanwhile There Were Beautiful Creatures Who Lived With Delicacy On The Earth Without Doing Anyone Harm. "we Should Be Dying." The Judge Almost Wept.

She'd Have To Propel Herself Into The Future By Whatever Means Possible Or She'd Be Trapped Forever In A Place Whose Times Had Already Passed.

I Do Think That The Modern India Does Belong To Writers Who Are Living In India.

Why Couldn't She Be Part Of That Family? Rent A Room In Someone Else's Life.

The Present Changes The Past. Looking Back You Do Not Find What You Left Behind.