Monday, July 7, 2008

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Reading Arundhati Roy

[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.

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