“A veritable atlas. What rivers of desire, what mountains of ambition! Want, want, hope, hope. Your palm is nothing but an atlas of impossible longings. Nothing but longing.” — Anuradha Roy Copy Share Image
“In winter, the air is clear enough to drink, and your eyes can travel many hundreds of miles until they reach the green of… — Anuradha Roy Copy Share Image
“A veritable atlas. What rivers of desire, what mountains of ambition. Want, want, hope, hope, this is what your palm say, your palm is… — Anuradha Roy Copy Share Image
“Until humans came and made anthills out of these mountains, Diwan Sahib was saying, looking up at the langurs, the land had belonged to… — Anuradha Roy Copy Share Image
“These are secrets hidden from those who escape the Himalaya when it is at its bleakest: the mountains do not reveal themselves to people… — Anuradha Roy Copy Share Image
“The ocean exerts an inexorable pull over sea people wherever they are-in a bright-lit, inland city or the dead center of a desert-and when… — Anuradha Roy Copy Share Image
“A veritable atlas. What rivers of desire, what mountains of ambition! Want, want, hope, hope. Your palm is nothing but an atlas of impossible… — Anuradha Roy Copy Share Image
