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1 " The seasons follow a pattern with the blazing, sweltering summer days and nights giving way to the monsoon. How can one bear the summer without the knowledge of dark clouds, heavy with soothing, cooling rain, gathering over the distant oceans, the wind herding them together like so many woolly creatures, their heads firmly in the direction of a parched land paradoxically laden with sweet, aromatic mangoes? "
― Gita V. Reddy , Happiness is a Collage
2 " I have erected a door, a transparent door as hard as tempered steel. My mother has felt it, has run her hands all over it looking for a chink, and has grown silent. Her words rise to the surface and linger in the tiny frown she has no control upon. "