Thursday, July 24, 2008

His Youngness

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Reading Arundhati Roy

[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.

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