there was Delhi: city of the Raj, where every Englishman's bungalow had lush gardens, lined with red flowerpots. That was the end of Sajjad's ruminations on British India. Flowerpots: it summed it all up. No trees courtyards for the English, no rooms clustered around those courtyards; instead, separations and demarcations.
- Kamila Shamsie, Burnt Shadows












