It Must've Been Something He Wrote Quotes

“Life...is not some contest in suffering.’ He threw the cigarette
butt out the window. ‘We’re not getting any awards or anything for bearing with pain, are we?”
― Nikita Deshpande, It Must've Been Something He Wrote

“Why can’t I have both? Haan? I want the consent part but I also want to be taken by surprise. How hard is that? What’s wrong with a girl wanting to be Goslinged and kissed, damn it!”
― Nikita Deshpande, It Must've Been Something He Wrote

“In college, they taught us that all great works of literature begin in the middle of things. People are long born, hearts have already been broken and families destroyed, yet, the real trouble is still to unfold. And that is why I will never write a great work of literature. I have way too many middles to choose from.”
― Nikita Deshpande, It Must've Been Something He Wrote

“My family’s tradition of ‘matching-matching’ names is so obsessive, it’s against the order of nature. When my uncles Anil and Anant married, they took advantage of a heinous custom in Marathi weddings. After the pheras, a dish of uncooked rice is placed before the newlyweds, and whatever name the husband chooses to write in the rice becomes the new name of his wife.
Because marriage in our culture is akin to buying a puppy at a pet shop and saying, ‘I am your new owner, and I shall call you Flu y.’
So Anil Adarkar brought home Asha Adarkar (née Kiran), and Anant Adarkar brought home Anita Adarkar (née Geeta). And to complete this picture of divine perfection they named their children Aniket, and Ashwini and Ashleysha, respectively.”
― Nikita Deshpande, It Must've Been Something He Wrote

“This is why I hate you.’ I shoved a morsel into my mouth. ‘You
have some gift. I don’t know what it is but even I have to admit it exists. These people would read anything you wrote. And you squander that on some flimsy romance about a guy who’s always called Jay or, Jeetu or Jatin...”
― Nikita Deshpande, It Must've Been Something He Wrote

“Two roads diverged in Delhi and Jish Guha took the one that led straight to a seedy bar in Paharganj.”
― Nikita Deshpande, It Must've Been Something He Wrote

“The automatic doors of the terminal parted like the Red Sea and Jishnu Guha walked through, in jeans, a white T-shirt and a bomber jacket, and wayfarers perched on his nose though the sun had barely risen outside.”
― Nikita Deshpande, It Must've Been Something He Wrote