We made no inquiries about India or about the families people had left behind. When our ways of thinking had changed, and we wished to know, it was too late. I know nothing of the people on my father's side; I know only that some of them came from Nepal.
The biography of a writer - or even the autobiography - will always have this incompleteness.
Some writers can only deal with childhood experience, because it's complete. For another kind of writer, life goes on, and he's able to keep processing that as well.
Home is, I suppose just a child's idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe.
My life is short. I can't listen to banality.