Sadness Was So Claustrophobic.

I Do Think That The Modern India Does Belong To Writers Who Are Living In India.

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.

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 Was Tenderness For His Own Journey. In India Almost Nobody Would Be Able To Afford This Rice, And You Had To Travel Around The World To Be Able To Eat Such Things Where They Were Cheap Enough That You Could Gobble Them Down Without Being Rich; And When You Got Home To The Place Where They Grew, You Couldn't Afford Them Anymore.

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.

The Indian Diaspora Is A Wonderful Place To Write From And I Am Lucky To Be Part Of It.