But big people’s illnesses are always made to sound big. The simple shutting and opening of the royal arse-hole was made to sound as if the world was coming to an end.
That's Delhi. When life gets too much for you all you need to do is to spend an hour at Nigambodh Ghat,watch the dead being put to flames and hear th… - Khushwant Singh
That's Delhi. When life gets too much for you all you need to do is to spend an hour at Nigambodh Ghat,watch the dead being put to flames and hear th…
- Khushwant Singh
I haven't any close friends. Friendship needs time to interact, sit down, gossip. I don't have that time. - Khushwant Singh
I haven't any close friends. Friendship needs time to interact, sit down, gossip. I don't have that time.
Your principle should be to see everything and say nothing. The world changes so rapidly that if you want to get on you cannot afford to align yourse… - Khushwant Singh
Your principle should be to see everything and say nothing. The world changes so rapidly that if you want to get on you cannot afford to align yourse…
No one has invented a condom for the pen yet. My pen is still sexy. - Khushwant Singh
No one has invented a condom for the pen yet. My pen is still sexy.
When the world is itself draped in the mantle of night, the mirror of the mind is like the sky in which thoughts twinkle like stars. - Khushwant Singh
When the world is itself draped in the mantle of night, the mirror of the mind is like the sky in which thoughts twinkle like stars.
I am alone, but never lonely. You have always books around you. - Khushwant Singh
I am alone, but never lonely. You have always books around you.
I think the sense of belonging does give you a certain amount of mental satisfaction. - Khushwant Singh
I think the sense of belonging does give you a certain amount of mental satisfaction.
Not forever does the bulbul sing In balmy shades of bowers, Not forever lasts the spring Nor ever blossom the flowers. Not forever reigneth joy, Sets… - Khushwant Singh
Not forever does the bulbul sing In balmy shades of bowers, Not forever lasts the spring Nor ever blossom the flowers. Not forever reigneth joy, Sets…
Freedom is for the educated people who fought for it. We were slaves of the English, now we will be slaves of the educated Indians—or the Pakistanis. - Khushwant Singh
Freedom is for the educated people who fought for it. We were slaves of the English, now we will be slaves of the educated Indians—or the Pakistanis.
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