I Don't Think You Can Write According

No Fruit Dies So Vile And Offensive A Death As The Banana.

The Indian Diaspora Is A Wonderful Place To Write From And I Am Lucky To Be Part Of It.

She'd Have To Propel Herself Into The Future By Whatever Means Possible Or She'd Be Trapped Forever In A Place Whose Times Had Already Passed.

Looking A Dead Insect In The Sack Of Basmati That Had Come All The Way From Dehra Dun, He Almost Wept With Sorrow And Marvel At Its Journey, Which Was Tenderness For His Own Journey. In India Almost Nobody Would Be Able To Afford This Rice, And You Had To Travel Around The World To Be Able To Eat Such Things Where They Were Cheap Enough That You Could Gobble Them Down Without Being Rich; And When You Got Home To The Place Where They Grew, You Couldn't Afford Them Anymore.

The Present Changes The Past. Looking Back You Do Not Find What You Left Behind.