There’s a great drought in my village. People are dying. The price of rice and pulses has rocketed. There is no water anywhere. And here, people are complaining about the rain...

Where are the coconut trees bowing allegiance to the wind, the wide open spaces, the verdant green fields?

But he’s an untouchable, Shirin.’ ‘He’s my Untouchable Prince Charming, then. Only I am allowed to touch him.

What am I doing here, Reena? Why am I dancing to the tunes of that old hag?’‘You are saving your family.

Sometimes, it is easier to leave things as they are, rather than to fight, go against the flow.

What wouldn’t my people give for a few bites of the biryani she ordered me to throw away yesterday because she said it smelt?

Every family has secrets, Reena, and they’re there for a reason.

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.

You put cow dung on my face?’ ‘Every day religiously until you were three. Why else do you think your skin is so clear?

What better hiding place than an old, woodlice-ridden album of photographs!

Nobody seems to care that with every push to live up to their expectations, my own dreams vaporize.

Even migrating birds know that nature doesn't demand a choice between nesting and flight.

The resurrection is our great hope.

Blessing and obedience do comfortably and mysteriously coexist.

To copy faults is want of sense.

There is not human being from whom we cannot learn something if we are interested enough to dig deep.

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.

I'm from the Mississippi delta originally.

I think people are afraid to express their opinions half the time.

If comics are modern mythology, then black participation and representation is crucial.