Sarath Sreekumar

“These days in Kashmir, you can be killed for surviving.”
― Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness

“I use the word love loosely, and only because my vocabulary is unequal to the task of describing the precise nature of that maze, that forest of feelings”
― Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness

“She could hear her hair growing. It sounded like something crumbling. A burnt thing crumbling. Coal. Toast. Moths crisped on a light bulb. She remembered reading somewhere that even after people died, their hair and nails kept growing. Like starlight, travelling through the universe long after the stars themselves had died. Like cities. Fizzy, effervescent, simulating the illusion of life while the planet they had plundered died around them.”
― Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness

“Who can know from the word goodbye what kind of parting is in store for us.”
― Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness