Wednesday, July 9, 2008

It was Velutha

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Reading Arundhati Roy

[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.

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