This blogsite accepts no advertising
GO STRAIGHT TO READ MORE PASSAGES
[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.