‘This morning he’d discovered the bathroom light on, its lustre wasted in daylight.’ — Amit Chaudhuri

... the cleverest way of battling the heat was not moving.

There was a gulmohar tree in the lane, the flaming orange flowers erupting from within, and banyan trees, private and removed as ancient pilgrims.

It never became so dark in the room in Claremont; some light, inquisitive and worldly, always entered through the curtains