I was trying to sound like some of the people I was listening to, like Mala and Coki.

We all came from houses with doors, doors that were supposed to be closed when there were things going on that we weren&#39;t supposed to see, and when our pants were down.

My only advantage as a reporter is that I am so physically small, so temperamentally unobtrusive, and so neurotically inarticulate that people tend to forget that my presence runs counter to their interests. And it always does. That is one last thing to remember: writers are always selling somebody out.

All our sources of happiness are rarely found at one place,they are all scattered somewhere making us crave for them.

Written By Riya Sharma

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