I recall reading Arundhati Roy’s ‘God of Small Things’
‘If you're happy in a dream, Ammu, does that count?’ Estha asked.
‘Does what count?’
‘The happiness - does it count?’
Wow man- what sadness! Even for born cynics like me, it struck a chord. You are really starved for happiness when you have to search for it in your dreams. Or Ruskin Bond’s wonderful: ‘It’s not time that is passing by-it’s you and I.’
‘Does what count?’
‘The happiness - does it count?’
Wow man- what sadness! Even for born cynics like me, it struck a chord. You are really starved for happiness when you have to search for it in your dreams. Or Ruskin Bond’s wonderful: ‘It’s not time that is passing by-it’s you and I.’
