Nothing Can Stop A Living Thing That

Do We Loathe Our Masters Behind A Facade Of Love - Or Do We Love Them Behind A Facade Of Loathing?

The Story Of A Poor Man's Life Is Written On His Body, In A Sharp Pen.

With Their Tinted Windows Up, The Cars Of The Rich Go Like Dark Eggs Down The Roads Of Delhi. Every Now And Then An Egg Will Crack Open A Woman's Hand, Dazzling With Gold Bangles, Stretches Out An Open Window, Flings An Empty Mineral Water Bottle Onto The Road And Then The Window Goes Up, And The Egg Is Resealed.

India's Great Economic Boom, The Arrival Of The Internet And Outsourcing, Have Broken The Wall Between Provincial India And The World.

Any Good Society Survives On A Circulation Of Favours.