"During the Indo-China war, the defence ministry had deputed five of us Marathi writers to the war-affected area of Ladakh. I do not know how the Chinese came to know that some Marathi writers were coming to Ladakh. Not a single Chinese soul was spotted near the war-front."

"It is still a mystery to me why this noble horse from the British police force should blush after seeing us."

"When I completed 60 years, I wished there should be no public celebrations, because the growing in age was only natural. I had nothing to contribute to it. But friends would not listen to me. A fruit-dealer friend decorated me with a 60-apple garland. Fortunately, he was not a coconut trader. And it was not the season of huge fruits like water-melon or jack-fruit!"

"All these little grand-children are a great fun and joy. They make me forget my old age. They tell me jokes, and sometimes if I don't laugh, they give me a pitying look implying, `poor fellow, can't understand a simple joke. It went tangentially!"

"This is my childhood photograph, with my brother by my side. After seeing it, a niece of mine asked me: ``Bhai uncle, did you look so silly even as a child?"

"My school-teacher had a loud voice. When he gave dictation, it seemed it was not just for our class, but for the entire colony. Had he taken to acting in dramas, he would have beaten Ganpatrao Joshi hollow." (Ganpatrao Joshi was a very illustrious Marathi stage actor).

"While studying in the Fergusson College, we had formed a literary circle. We ran it with complete confidence that the future of Marathi literature rested only in our hands."

"For a while, I also indulged in photography. My model was wife Suneeta. Later, I became a writer, and the country (and also the world) lost a great photographer clicking passport size pictures!"