The Story Of A Poor

The Moment You Recognize What Is Beautiful In This World, You Stop Being A Slave

Strange Thoughts Brew In Your Heart When You Spend Too Much Time With Old Books

When I Was Writing 'the White Tiger' I Lived In A Building Pretty Much Exactly Like The One I Described In This Novel, And The People In The Book Are The People I Lived With Back Then. So I Didn't Have To Do Much Research To Find Them.

Neither. I Am Just One Who Has Woken Up While The Rest Of You Are Still Sleeping.

Any Good Society Survives On A Circulation Of Favours.