This is the world. Half of it is lit by the sun and the other half remains in darkness. It is the… — Anita Nair Copy Share Image
In India we have a readymade world of fantasy available in Indian mythology. And this is why we see such a surfeit… — Anita Nair Copy Share Image
I don't think there is a need of the categorization 'woman writing'. I think in some sense writers lost their gender when… — Anita Nair Copy Share Image
“Ali znaš što? ... Srce je staklena narukvica. Jedan trenutak nepažnje i cijelo je u komadićima ... to znamo, zar ne? Ali i dalje… — Anita Nair Copy Share Image
“Perhaps, what I seek now is a friend like I have never had before. Someone to share a smoke and my thoughts with. Someone… — Anita Nair Copy Share Image
Perhaps because technology so dominates our existence, more and more it seems that the young reader is captivated by fantasy. — Anita Nair Copy Share Image
This is the world. Half of it is lit by the sun and the other half remains in darkness. It is the same with… — Anita Nair Copy Share Image
In India we have a readymade world of fantasy available in Indian mythology. And this is why we see such a surfeit of characters… — Anita Nair Copy Share Image
I don't think there is a need of the categorization 'woman writing'. I think in some sense writers lost their gender when they walk… — Anita Nair Copy Share Image
“Could a literary life be referred to with the iambic pentameter of, say, harnessing wind power, transplanting hearts or saving the whales. Or did… — Anita Nair Copy Share Image
“Love is a colorless,volatile Liquid.Love ignites n burns.Love Leaves no residue neither smoke nor ash.Love is a poison masquerading as spirit of Wine” — Anita Nair Copy Share Image
