This Was The Time In

This Last Night We Tear Into Each Other, As If To Wound, As If To Find The Key To Everything Before Morning.

Sleep Is A Prison For A Boy Who Has Friends To Meet.

Githa Hariharan's Fiction Is Wonderful-full Of Subtleties And Humor And Tenderness.

What He Would Say, He Cannot Say To This Woman Whose Openness Is Like A Wound, Whose Youth Is Not Mortal Yet. He Cannot Alter What He Loves Most In Her, Her Lack Of Compromise, Where The Romance Of The Poems She Loves Still Sits With Ease In The Real World. Outside These Qualities He Knows There Is No Order In The World.

The First Sentence Of Every Novel Should Be: Trust Me, This Will Take Time But There Is Order Here, Very Faint, Very Human.