Sunday, July 27, 2008

Unbearably Precious

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

But when they made love he was offended by her eyes. They behaved as they belonged to someone else.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Wiser Than He Really Was

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

People got used to seeing him on the road. A well-drssed man with a quiet walk.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

His Youngness

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

He just stood there. He didn't touch her. He was shivering. Partly with cold. Partly terror. Partly aching desire.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

A Quiet Child

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

Over time he had acquired the ability to blend into the background of wherever he was -- into bookshelves, gardens, curtains, doorways, streets -- to appear inanimate, almost invisible to the untrained eye.

Friday, July 18, 2008

A Liquid Ache

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

Occasionaly, when Ammu listened to songs that she loved on the radio, something stirred inside her. A liquid ache spread under her skin, and she walked out of the world like a witch, to a better, happier place.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Simple Things

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

The man standing in the shade of the rubber trees with coins of sunshine dancing on his body, holding her daughter in his arms, glanced up and caught Ammu's gaze.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

It was Velutha

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

Vellya Paapen feared for his younger son. He couldn't say what it was that frightened him. It was nothing that he had said. Or done. It was not what he said, but the way he said it. Not what he did, but the way he did it.

Wedding Photographs

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

Looking at herself like this, Ammu's soft mouth would twist into a small, bitter smile at the memory -- not of the wedding itself so much as the fact that she had permitted herself to be so painstakingly decorated before being led to the gallows. It seemed so absured. So futile.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Numb

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

Once the quietness arrived, it stayed and spread in Estha. It reached out of his head and enfolded him in its swampy arms. It rocked him to the rhythm of an ancient, foetal heartbeat.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Hoping That it Wouldn't

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

She hadn't learned to control her Hopes yet. Estha said that that was a Bad sign.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Foreign Returnees

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

She walked down the runway, the smell of London in her hair. Yellow bottoms of bells flapped backwards around her ankles. Long hair floated out from under her straw hat.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Worst Transgressors

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

They all broke the rules. They all tampered with the laws that lay down who should be loved and how. And how much.