Quotes by : Anita Desai

The room rang with her voice, then with silence. In the shaded darkness, silence had the quality of a....

At first she mistook them for sheets of pink crepe paper that someone had crumpled and carelessly flung....

Her eyes opened at this sight against her will and she looked around the room almost in fear. But it....

The bougainvillea hung about it, purple and magenta, in livid balloons.

Only their efforts to make him talk failed. he would say one word at a time, if pressed, but seemed happier....

Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.

India is a curious place that still preserves the past, religions, and its history. No matter how modern....