Jemu Watched His Father Disappear. He Didn't

A Journey Once Begun, Has No End

I Love Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, Flannery O'connor. I Read A Lot Of American Writers.

If You Write A Lovely Story About India, You're Criticized For Selling An Exotic Version Of India. And If You Write Critically About India, You're Seen As Portraying It In A Negative Light - It Also Seems To Be A Popular Way To Present India, Sort Of Mangoes And Beggars.

Sadness Was So Claustrophobic.

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 The Lack, Not The Contentment. Love Was The Ache, The Anticipation, The Retreat, Everything Around It But The Emotion Itself.