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 into the world of words; I believe that writers ought to be able to slip under… — 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 it necessitate the sombre and monotonous dirge of software, priority banking or turbine building.” — 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
