Everyone needs a hobby," said [Inspector] Singh. "Terrorists also." "Oh, I see," said [Inspector] Singh, flippancy erased from his voice. "That's not… - Shamini Flint

In the foreground, right on the waterfront, was a massive pastel yellow arch – the Gateway of India. “It was built to welcome King George V when he visited India,” explained his well-briefed, Google-friendly wife.
“They didn’t think a bunch of flowers would do?” asked [Inspector] Singh.
“Anyway, it was only completed twelve years after the visit.” Singh grinned. That was the sort of managerial incompetence that he found amusing.

Women like her, conservative and narrow-minded, were quite willing to believe that someone arrested for pilfering was congenitally pre-disposed to commit more serious crimes, eventually and naturally culminating in murder. In her view, fixating on the evidence for an individual crime was just pedantic. Mind you, Singh had met high court judges with the same attitude. He wondered for a moment why his wife had such faith in the police force in the abstract and so little confidence in his role in it.

Do you think of yourself as an Indian, Inspector?" "I suppose so. In Singapore, with so many different races living cheek to cheek, it's hard to forget your roots." "Outsiders think that all Indians are one big happy family. But within the country we know better.