Nilekani’s technocratic obsession with gathering data is consistent with that of Bill — Arundhati Roy
Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Suddenly, they become the bleached — Arundhati Roy
But can we, should we, let apprehensions about the future immobilize us in the present? — Arundhati Roy
Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity. — Arundhati Roy
This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt. — Arundhati Roy
The time has come for everybody -capitalists, communists, socialists- to ask themselves — Arundhati Roy
