The writer plays around with patterns and textures, with adjectives, words, verbs, commas, points. Details attached sideways, take on the allure of raised tales. There are also deep signs, fastened between veiled characters to create plot effects.
Then there are the landscape of imagination, and endless language-cities made up of new and old streets, of well-known and unknown quarters. There are thoughts marshalled into zigzag pahts. And on... And on ... In order to keep the repertoire permanently fresh the writer, as an embroiderer, a Bombay’s karigar, must hunt out new materials: colours, scents, reminiscences, quotations, shapes, ideas, weavings, metaphors and compositions that allow to create new histories.