“It was a fairly large house, larger than all our previous dwellings. There were two pinkwashed, picture- windowed, orange gable-roofed storeys, encompassing eight rooms, and an adjoining, presently shuttered garage. A friendly, unsymmetrical house, with pink bougainvillea hanging over the iron-lace decorated, semi-circular front porch and ivy climbing from the walls to the uneven gables.”
— Sonal Panse
“People might say that they liked honesty, but they didn’t, really.”
— Sonal Panse
“An uneventful, quiet life together is more my idea of a romance.”“Really? Oh. Well. It won’t get you featured in any of the ballads though.”“Yes,” he said, with a heavy sigh. “And that will be the great tragedy of my romance.”
— Sonal Panse
“Cross my heart, it’s the truth. My Ma consulted a Seer when I was born. He’s fated to marry a girl that wears that ring, she said.” “Did she now?” I said. “Well, this is in mad fashion in Mahmonir, so, prepare yourself, you’re going to be overburdened with wives once the word gets around!”
— Sonal Panse
“There are people that have had worse happen to them. All those people that died in the hotel bombing? All those that were maimed and left orphaned?”
— Sonal Panse
“Family is everything!” he always said when he went overboard with sentimentality. “If you don’t have family, what do you have?”
— Sonal Panse
“We have no business squatting on other people’s land and we have only ourselves to blame if they take a dim view of it. I mean, c’mon, what would you do if someone barged into our house and just took it over? How would you react? Are you going to say, welcome, intruders, take it all, we’ll gladly confine ourselves to the bathroom. That is, until you want us out of the bathroom as well. Then we will happily kill ourselves and leave you to deal with our bodies as you please. Is that what you would say? Of course not. You would make a complete ruckus. So why are you surprised when other people do the same?”
— Sonal Panse
“Why should I ignore them? In my own house? Spiteful snobs! I’ve appalling taste, do I? I’m skeletal, am I? Anyone would look skeletal next to them. They are both starting to look like porkers! As soon as I go down, I’m going to mention it. I’m going to particularly point out Isolde’s thunder thighs. I suppose it’s appalling good taste to display them in such tight jeans. I’m going to ask how she even got into those pants without splitting the seams.”
— Sonal Panse