“Hatred is a disease.”

“I convert my schizoid (state) into an art.”

“There is nothing like planning in my literature, at any point of time. It’s something which gets written between the schizoid state and dreams. Hence, with this same reason, I cannot comment on my writing. Like how I don’t accept the roles of a father, a son, a lover, a friend – I despise the role of a writer too. My writing is nothing but the brush strokes of a person trying to escape from hell.”

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