‘It is hard for me to picturise
the orange of the fire
winning over the deep red of blood.
In the world of colours, I believe,
it happens the other way around.’
When Calcutta beckons
‘I was here again, borne by the soil, breathing the air and sheltered by the sky of Calcutta.’
Of red roses and weird pens
‘One look into the foggy depths of her eyes, at the mess of her dry, dirty brown hair, at her bare feet that must have burned on the tarred road since forever, in a moment, I was scrounging inside my purse for the right currency note.’
When perfection puts you at ease
‘She asks him if he has forgotten the way to the home of the other woman. The anger and sarcasm, were expressed with such originality, that you could almost see a Krishna on stage, with head hung low.’
The Grandmother
‘Panic cast its distressing shadow over the chain of my thoughts and I shook myself out of it as soon as I realized what was going on. ‘
Achaachan’s travel bag- Tales from my grandfather
‘Because I am not going to tell a sophisticated story anyway. I am going to talk about a simple man, who leads a simple life.’
People and their lives
‘A young girl is sitting at the table opposite Sir. She looks a lot like Sir. She surely is his daughter. ‘
All in a morning
‘Excitement arises in me, there is a considerable probability that this entire book may be set in-I turn the book to its back..’
Alleys 