Saturday, November 21, 2009

After All These Years

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

It had been quiet in Estha’s head until Rahel came. But with her she had brought the sound of passing trains, and the light and shade that fall on you if you have a window seat. The world, locked out for years, suddenly flooded in, and now Estha couldn’t hear himself for the noise.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Very Young

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

A weak, watery moon filtered through the clouds and revealed a young man sitting on the topmost of thirteen stone steps that led into the water. He was very still, very wet. Very young.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

A Rhodes Scholar

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

Chacko's room was stacked from floor to ceiling with books. He had read them all and quoted long passages from them for no apparent reason. Or at least none that anyone else could fathom. For instance, that morning, as they drove out through the gate, shouting their goodbyes to Mammachi in the verandah, Chacko suddenly said: “Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.”

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Like a Passenger

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

Rahel drifted into marriage like a passenger drifts towards an unoccupied chair in an airport lounge. With a Sitting Down sense.