“Ami’s eyes google. His mouth purses in shock and horror: “Omigawd, that kick was for real!” ... then he implodes and collapses the way a sub-standard skyscraper built on bribery will when the Richter scale hits nine.
Bollywood Storm - Book II Mumbai. Ch 9
“Which is not women’s language, since women, for a variety of reasons, live in a polymorphic rather than a dimorphic world, a world in which the differentiation of self from other may never completely take place, in which multiple selves may engage multiply with the multiple desires of the creatures in it. Some theorists would claim that all subjects function thus. But ... female subjectivity, traditionally linked to cyclical and monumental time rather than to linear time, lies outside “language considered as the enunciation of sentences (noun + verb, topic – comment, beginning – ending).” Possessing an “irreducible identity, without equal in the opposite sex and, as such, exploded, plural, fluid,” a woman may be driven “to break the code, to shatter language, to find a specific discourse closer to the body and the emotions, to the unnamable repressed by the social contract . . .
No, this is an absolute and radical alterity that enfolds the other, as in pregnancy a woman’s immune system shuts down in such a way that she shelters and nourishes, rather than rejects and expels, the foreign body within her: “Cells fuse, split, and proliferate; volumes grow, tissues stretch, and body fluids change rhythm, speeding up or slowing down. Within the body, growing as a graft, indomitable, there is an other. And no one is present, within that simultaneously dual and alien space, to signify what is going on."
On Becoming a (Woman) Writer
“A sweet smelling rose
gives a fragrance
so beautiful and strong
when crushed between your fingers
I am crushed
but I am beautiful & strong
N. K Johel
“Sashaying and swirling with her shadow whirling and spinning she’s winning your soul. Elation. Elevation. Libational Vibration Sensational ‘til you reach satiation. And the Creamy Steamy Spotlights Spurned. Off they turn. Lost gone. What’s goin on? Tossed aloft. Such a cost. Turn it on. Throw her down. She got a sound like Go Round In Dreams Schemes Screams Shouts She’s About To Go:
BOOOM DHOOM DHOOM-a-DAKA-LAKA DHOOM DHOOM SHABOOM!!
Bollywood Storm - Book II, Ch. 1.
“It sounds so benign and pretentious to those who do not delve into dualities."
Bollywood Storm - Book I New York, Ch. 2.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude. They are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow. My name is someone and anyone. I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive.
Jorge Luis Borges
Boast of Silence, quoted by Kiran Desai in The Inheritance of Loss