I think I wanted to write a book about the relationship between the victim and perpetrator in which the victim agrees to remain silent.
Too much of Indian writing in English, it seemed to me, consisted of middle-class people writing about other middle-class people - and a small slice of life being passed off as an authentic portrait of the country.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

