“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...” — Renita D'Silva Copy Share Image
“What am I doing here, Reena? Why am I dancing to the tunes of that old hag?’‘You are saving your family.” — Renita D'Silva Copy Share Image
“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… — Renita D'Silva Copy Share Image
“She liked the way a ray of mild autumn sun infiltrating the thick cluster of trees caught a reddish orange leaf swirling in the… — Renita D'Silva Copy Share Image
“What better hiding place than an old, woodlice-ridden album of photographs!” — Renita D'Silva Copy Share Image
“But he’s an untouchable, Shirin.’ ‘He’s my Untouchable Prince Charming, then. Only I am allowed to touch him.” — Renita D'Silva Copy Share Image
“Where are the coconut trees bowing allegiance to the wind, the wide open spaces, the verdant green fields?” — Renita D'Silva Copy Share Image
“You are a girl, Shirin. Girls don’t run around naked.’‘Why?’‘They just don’t.” — Renita D'Silva Copy Share Image
“I watched the rows and rows of chappals left by devotees outside the Hindu temple and wondered if the homeless boys who sometimes steal… — Renita D'Silva Copy Share Image
“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?” — Renita D'Silva Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, it is easier to leave things as they are, rather than to fight, go against the flow.” — Renita D'Silva Copy Share Image
