Saturday, September 4, 2010

Unspeakable. Numb.

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

Slowly, over the years, Estha withdrew from the world. He grew accustomed to the uneasy octopus that lived inside him and squirted its inky tranquillizer on his past. Gradually, the reason for his silence was hidden away, entombed somewhere deep in the soothing folds of the fact of it.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Hollow Laugh

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

So Small God laughed a hollow laugh, and skipped away cheerfully. Like a rich boy in shorts. He whistled, kicked stones. The source of his brittle elation was the relative smallness of his misfortune.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

His Schoolboy Humour

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

He was twenty-five and had already been working on the tea estates for six years. He hadn't been to college, which accounted for his schoolboy humour. He proposed to Ammu five days after they first met.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Unbearably Tender

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

When Khubchand his beloved, blind, bald, incontinent seventeen-year-old mongerel, decided to stage a miserable, long-drawn-out death, Estha nursed him through his through his final ordeal as though his own life somehow depended on it.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Unfurnished

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

The old house on the hill wore its steep, gabled roof pulled over its ears like a low hat. The walls, streaked with moss, had grown soft, and bulged a little with dampness that seeped up from the ground. The wild, overgrown garden was full of the whisper and scurry of small lives.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Friendly Smile

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

He had none of the vagueness or the apologetic awkwardness that one usually associates with untidy, absent-minded men. He looked cheerful, as though he was with an imaginary friend whose company he enjoyed.