These connections look silly but feel real. This love for her prize is more than something quaint among the ethnic. The Indian ghetto survives on the margins of established England. If you can't speak English, you're a clown. If you can, you're a coconut. That prize filled the literary with envy, the merely literate of Southall with a joy untainted by sophistication. Southall felt so much better than Guildhall. "I have read all about this book," says Ranbir Singh, former magistrate and now an importer of fashion accessories. "It is very encouraging sign because this lady has not written in her mother tongue," he says. "Her literary work has been appreciated by people of England, after all there was no Indian on the selection board. English language no doubt belongs to England but others are getting equally good command. She has done a good job and I am quite happy about it."