Vikas Prajapati

“The future was becoming past, everything vanished into the void, and reaching back to grasp for something, one came out clutching - what? A bit of string, scraps of cloth, shadows of the golden time. If one could only reverse it, turn the past into future, and catch it on the wing, on its journey across the always shifting line of the present ...”
― Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance

“Look at that crowd', he said disgustedly. 'They think it's a circus.'
'And not a single coin are they donating', said Dina.
'That's not surprising. Pity can only be shown in small doses. When so many beggars are in one place, the public goes like this' - he put his fists to his eyes, like binoculars.”
― Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance

“People forget how vulnerable they are despite their shirts and shoes and briefcases, how this hungry and cruel world could strip them, put them in the same position as my beggars.”
― Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance

“When you build on lies, you build strong and solid. It was the truth that undid you.”
― Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss