I Don't Pick And Choose

So Many Indian Novels, Quite Unfairly, Do Not Get The Prominence They Should Because They Have Been Written In A Language Other Than English.

All Over India, All Over The World, As The Sun Or The Shadow Of Darkness Moves From East To West, The Call To Prayer Moves With It, And People Kneel Down In A Wave To Pray To God. Five Waves Each Day - One For Each Namaaz - Ripple Across The Globe From Longitude To Longitude. The Component Elements Change Direction, Like Iron Filings Near A Magnet - Towards The House Of God In Mecca.

You Get Your Inspiration - Suggestions - Wherever You Have To, Even From Your Mother.

Music, Such Music, Is A Sufficient Gift. Why Ask For Happiness; Why Hope Not To Grieve? It Is Enough, It Is To Be Blessed Enough, To Live From Day To Day And To Hear Such Music-not Too Much, Or The Soul Could Not Sustain It-from Time To Time.

You Know, I Can Imagine Not Writing A Novel And Writing Poetry Only.