Vishram is a building like the people living in it, middle class to its core. Improvement or failure, it is incapable of either extremity.

I was looking for the key for years But the door was always open

The story of a poor man’s life is written on his body, in a sharp pen.

In a socialistic economy, the small businessman has to be a thief to prosper.

We may not have sewage, drinking water, and Olympic gold medals, but we do have democracy.

Who would have thought, Mr. Jiabao, that of this whole family, the lady with the short skirt would be the one with a conscience?

Like eunuchs discussing the Kama Sutra, the voters discuss the elections in Laxmangarh.

But without a family, a man is nothing.

Don't waste your money on those American books. They're so yesterday. "I am tomorrow.”

You were looking for the key for years, but the door was always open.

sardonic, seriocomic saga of the plight of India's poor.

Turning to his right, Danny saw a great fig tree sparkle in many places inside its dark canopy of leaves, like a thing that knew its own heart.

Entrepreneurs are made from half-baked clay.

Strange thoughts brew in your heart when you spend too much time with old books.

When it comes to work - hurry, hurry, hurry. When it comes to payment - delay, delay, delay. Caste, religion, family background nothing. Talent everything.

The more I stole from him, the more I realized how much he had stolen from me.

I am not an original thinker—but I am an original listener.

I was never born and I will never die; I do not hurt and cannot be hurt; I am invincible, immortal, indestructible.

They remain slaves because they can't see what is beautiful in this world.