Swapnil Dixit

“When little boys have learned a new bad word they are never happy till they have chalked it up on a door. And this also is Literature.”
― Rudyard Kipling, Indian Tales

“It could mean anything?” said David. Grandad shines the torch across the walls looking for anything that might be what they are looking for, even though he’s not exactly sure what it is they are looking for. It could be anything? There’s nothing but dirty bricks and a few old work clothes hanging on hooks. After about fifteen minutes of looking everywhere, they have found nothing. “It has to be here somewhere?” said David. Grandad nods in agreement. “But where?” Shaye walks over to the clothes hanging on the wall; it looks like they haven’t been disturbed in a long time. He removes all three jackets and a black apron placing them on the floor. That’s odd thought Shaye. He continues to stare at the shiny metal thing sticking out of the wall. It isn't a hook or a peg, or even a”
― Daniel P. McCready, The Search for Sir Edward Cranach's Gold

“सुबह-ए-बनारस थी शाम-ए-अवध थी साँय-साँय करती शब-ए-सहरा थी और इस देश की दोपहरें पसीने और ख़ून से लथपथ और कोलतार की तरह पिघली हुई थीं!”
― Krishna Kalpit, Hindnama : Ek Mahadesh Ki Gatha

“Morning!’ the older man exclaims. ‘Hi,’ the younger man says, slightly dismissively. ‘I’d offer you some coffee, but I suppose you’re still not a coffee drinker?’ the old officer says, as if it were some sort of disability. ‘No,’ the younger man replies, like someone turning down an offer of human flesh.”
― Fredrik Backman, Anxious People