Orhan'n'Kiran aren't the only power couple roaming the lawns in Jaipur's Diggi Palace. Writer Isabel Fonseca is here with her man Martin Amis too. But unlike the gentle coo-ings heard from the Pamuk-Desai corner, Fonseca, author of Bury Me Standing: The Gypsies and their Journey, while talking about living among the Roma people in Slovakia, spoke about a different kind of, well, love. She narrated about how she used to be bathed by two Roma girls who took an abnormal interest in her anatomy and would poke and pinch her breasts.
On a more literary erotic stretch, Brit journalist and writer of Winter on the Nile Anthony Sattin, spoke about a journey taken down the river in Egypt by Gustave Flaubert and Florence Nightingale in 1849. Sattin told the crowd how the journey proved life altering for both: Flaubert would come back and write Madame Bovary, while Nightingale would do a nursing course in Germany on her way home. They never met each other though. "What would they have said to each had they met?" asked someone in the audience. "They would have had a lot to tell. They would have also disapproved of each other," Sattin replied. "Of course, my publisher would have paid me more money had I been able to get them together in bed."
An excited Om Puri entered the bookstore at the festival venue and bought a copy of Arthur Miller's plays. A few minutes later, looking exceedingly sheepish, he told the shop assistant, "Sorry, but I'd like to return this. It was the wrong Miller." Instead of the American Pulitzer-winning playwright Arthur Miller who died in 2005, the Arthur Miller that Puri met was Arthur Miller, writer and historian of science who was never ever married to Marilyn Monroe.