… This subliminal ‘Helena’ – an autopilot hidden deep within you – jostles you, despite you, in picturing things you never know why you do. …

… Sprawls overhead would shower golden ‘snowflakes’ on vehicles parked below, on people waiting for buses, on gangs of laborers hurrying to their day’s toil, and on bike riders rushing underneath them …

… 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…

… 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. …

… 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.