Anirban Dasgupta

“The same India where balika vadhu is not a character on TV but the girl next door…”
― Rashmi Bansal, I have a Dream

“The truth is never so palatable,”
― Preeti Shenoy, It Happens for a Reason

“But in spite of such thorough ground work, ‘Does life ever pan out the way you want it to be?”
― Shobhit Agarwal, Ordered Cheese, Delivered Chalk: My Kota Safari

“In that playground we played cricket during winter afternoons—the neighbourhood boys, irrespective of which school they went to. Someone would own the bat, someone would contribute the ball, and someone else would bring the stumps. Pads and gloves were a luxury and largely unnecessary. The umpiring would be done by someone who had done with batting for the day, even though his decisions would often be overruled by the ‘third umpire’—one of the neighbourhood ‘uncles’ closely following the game standing at the gate of his house.”
― Bishwanath Ghosh, Chai, Chai: Travels in Places Where You Stop But Never Get Off