“It all began with that midnight-colored saree, thick with dark-blue sequins, its endless sea of shimmering dots stitched by hands that must have cracked and bled over the months of needle in and out of taut cloth in some dingy, godforsaken hole in one of Mumbai’s stinking alleyways.”
“Let us read, and Let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.”
K's Train of Thoughts 