I was overjoyed when my publisher paid me the return fare and expenses for stay at the Rest House. I was all praise for him although I had earlier always considered him to be a parasite one who ran his air-conditioned car on the seat and toil of writers. We used to shun him, we thought it was below our dignity to talk to him. We always had the feeling that one who sold books could not necessarily appreciate the beauties of language or the choice of words.
That day, however, when he was talking to me about current trends in literature, I saw more weight in his words than in those of established critics. “There was a time”, he said, “when every theme revolved round sex. You may not consider those stories part of literature but you have to accept that sex has had a direct and deep influence on it. Its impace on writings of that period is self evident. But now I want that whatever you write should not reflect sex. Produce something new, something fresh, something top class…......................................