When he died, I went about like a ragged crow telling strangers, "My father died, my father died." My indiscretion embarrassed me, but I could not he….

In India, if you are from the elite, dogs are extremely important. The breed of the dog indicates your wealth, that you are westernized. The cook, an….

Why couldn't she be part of that family? rent a room in someone else's life..

New York is a lovely city. It is an easy city to go back to and an easy city to leave. Every time I go there I immediately make travel plans..

Slowly, painstakingly, like ants, men would make their paths and civilization and their wars once again, only to have it wash away again..

But then, how could you have any self-respect knowing that you didn't believe in anything exactly? How did you embrace what was yours if you didn't l….

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 wit….

Saeed quickly found employment at a Banana Republic, where he would sell to urban sophisticates the black turtleneck of the season, in a shop whose n….

I love Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, Flannery O'Connor. I read a lot of American writers..

I feel as comfortable anywhere as I feel uncomfortable anywhere..

When you write on your own, you can write the extremes. No one else is watching and you can really go as far as you need to..

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..

Looking a dead insect in the sack of basmati that had come all the way from Dehra Dun, he almost wept with sorrow and marvel at its journey, which wa….

The present changes the past. Looking back you do not find what you left behind..

I do think that the modern India does belong to writers who are living in India..

This way of leaving your family for work had condemned them over several generations to have their hearts always in other places, their minds thinkin….

Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss? Romantically she decided that love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in….

Sadness was so claustrophobic..

Writing, for me, means humility. It’s a process that involves fear and doubt, especially if you’re writing honestly..

A journey once begun, has no end.

Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss?.