… She gritted her teeth, caught hold of woman’s right upper arm and, despite her wriggle, dragged her, nearly lifting her off the ground, out of the gallery; the woman screaming obscenities at her.

… This tennis, this makes me insane, I just can’t help it.

Her voice distorted in a low howl. … Naresh pulled her close to his chest. She cried inconsolably on Naresh’s shoulder … her skeletal structure rattling with boisterous hiccups which seemed to rush on her with no end in sight.

… Guddi and I would have been floating down the river dead by now hadn’t I come across the sketches on that platform … Oh God, how I miss not being aboard AI 666 on that day!

… Oh God, but what do I do about Dad’s ‘Helena ever, never’ … I feel like it’s eating me alive …

… A jumble of green leaves showed innumerable egg-shaped, and egg-sized, flower buds huddling in their recesses, a few blossomed into flowers large enough to spill out a human palm. …

… The world notices when the flywheel is turning a thousand rotations a minute. That skews the world’s perception … The world begins looking for the formula for great results. It never finds one, because there is none.

… No single defining action, no grand program, no one killer innovation, no solitary lucky breaks, and no wrenching revolution, begets spectacular results. …

… Pinky’s head would move, to and fro, with the wrist of Tingy without slackening the grip. A bulldog clip couldn’t have been fiercer…

… As they trod on the golden carpet of petals, the walk reminded Sona of Raghu’s gush. She wondered what other magnificent boulevards of Indian laburnum Raghu would have described had his spurt continued.