People Think That Because I

I Try To Trace The Connection Between The Characters And That Way A Story Or Plot Emerges.

...the Moon That Hung Over The Garden Like Some Great Priceless Pearl, Flawed And Blemished With Grey Shadowy Ridges As Only A Very Great Beauty Can Risk Being.

What A Sense Of Possession, Of Confidence, It Gave One To Have Pockets, To Shove One's Fists Into Them, As If In Simply Owning Pockets One Owned Riches, Owned Independence.

Wherever You Go Becomes A Part Of You Somehow.

People Think That Because I Write About India I Must Be Trying To Portray India In A Way.