I especially have very fond memories associated with the 10th day of Dassera. My friends and I would meet up and build this huge 7-feet-tall Ravan, which we'd burn at around sunset in our colony. And this was no ordinary Ravan. We'd actually sit and hand-mix the contents of glue and glitter with the dough and wrap it around newspaper for the base.

What is the obsession with not repeating clothes or making appearances that have been similar to the one's we've made in the past? Why is the fashion police so intense? What do they expect from us? What kind of pressure is this?

When I see people scratching and clawing towards ambition and greed, I wonder why they are doing it and for what.

When I began my career, I had films with the biggest film-makers in the country.

I never go anywhere and encourage people to get married to someone of the same gender or to have abortions - the issue never comes up.

I'm a hopeless romantic, and very much the person in a relationship to go: If things are going well, I'll buy the flowers, remember the dates of things, plan fun nights out.

The defense of marriage is the defense of freedom. Neither of which is obsolete.

I can't fathom writers married to writers and musicians married to musicians. There's your enemy in bed beside you.