Writing, For Me, Means Humility.

When I Was Growing Up The Publishing World Seemed So Far Away. When My Mother Wrote A Book, She Would Look Up The Address Of Publishers On The Backs Of The Books She Owned And Send Off Her Manuscript.

When He Died, I Went About Like A Ragged Crow Telling Strangers, "my Father Died, My Father Died." My Indiscretion Embarrassed Me, But I Could Not Help It. Without My Father On His Delhi Rooftop, Why Was I Here? Without Him There, Why Should I Go Back? Without That Ache Between Us, What Was I Made Of?

All Day, The Colors Had Been Those Of Dusk, Mist Moving Like A Water Creature Across The Great Flanks Of Mountains Possessed Of Ocean Shadows And Depths.

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

In India, If You Are From The Elite, Dogs Are Extremely Important. The Breed Of The Dog Indicates Your Wealth, That You Are Westernized. The Cook, Another Human Being, Is On A Much Lower Level Than Your Dog. You See This All The Time.