Saturday, September 4, 2010

Unspeakable. Numb.

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Reading Arundhati Roy

[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.