Levin Dsouza

“I watched the rows and rows of chappals left by devotees outside the Hindu temple and wondered if the homeless boys who sometimes steal our chickens ever steal them, and if they do, are they punished, and if so by whom?”
― Renita D'Silva, Monsoon Memories

“She liked the way a ray of mild autumn sun infiltrating the thick cluster of trees caught a reddish orange leaf swirling in the wind and transformed it golden yellow. She liked that it wasn’t a leaf she recognised, that she could name or associate with her past.”
― Renita D'Silva, Monsoon Memories

“I wash the clothes, rinse them and then scrub them again. Will that square little box do that? I am not using any fancy machines when my hands will do.”
― Renita D'Silva, Monsoon Memories

“Where are the coconut trees bowing allegiance to the wind, the wide open spaces, the verdant green fields?”
― Renita D'Silva, Monsoon Memories