Mumbai is the sweet, sweaty smell of hope, which is the opposite of hate; and it's the sour, stifled smell of greed, which is the opposite of love. It's the smell of Gods, demons, empires, and civiliz...
The Source of all things, the luminescence, has more forms than heaven’s stars, sure. And one good thought is all it takes to make it shine. But a single mistake can burn down a forest in your heart,...
Every virtuous act has some Dark secret in its heart; every risk we take contains a mystery that can’t be solved.
Я люблю тебя с той самой секунды, когда впервые увидел тебя. Мне кажется, я всегда любил тебя – столько, сколько существует на свете любовь. Я люблю твой голос. Я люблю твое лицо. Я люблю твои руки. Я...
Heaped up on the blankets, our bodies bound by weariness and her deep slumber, surrounded by sickness and hope, death and defiance, I touched the soft surrendered curl of Karla's sleeping fingers to m...
Indians are the Italians of Asia and vice versa. Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop at the corner. For them, food is the m...