Roshan Singh

“Mala faced her wall of faded cereus blooms. She was content. Oblivious to the dew that drizzled from the mudra, she rocked and dozed lightly. Scent, as though too shy for light, no longer trickled from the blossoms but Mala was not yet ready to leave the yard. Her eyes would flicker open and catch a glimpse of the day that was beginning to split the black sky apart. In that first orange light the flowers hung limp, battered and bruised, each one worn out from the frenzied carnival of moths. (140)”
― Shani Mootoo, Cereus Blooms at Night

“Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men.”
― Lord Acton

“Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter.”
― J. Nozipo Maraire

“Lavina loved the freedom and wildness in Sarah's garden, so unlike her mother's well- ordered, colour- coordinated beds. (53)”
― Shani Mootoo, Cereus Blooms at Night