Like a ventriloquist, whether in the first person or in the third, Pandit's narrator is
credible as a man, woman, young or old. She crosses Indian class and cultural boundaries with amazing facility, and, frequently, with an ironic and unexpected humour. Pandit's characters are distinctly and deliciously Indian, and in their language there is no cow-towing to the English of the British Raj or the West.
Equally impressive is the author's deft handling of descriptive prose, which
serves to not only to buttress the reader's sense of character, but also sets
the tone of the story.
Dust and other short stories from Goa