While reading “The God Of Small Things” I’m hitting on few raw memories forgotten under the cloud of time. I’ve just reached around 100 pages in this book. Author Ms Arundhati opens up with blunt expression on typical Mayalaylee characters, life and about the communists.
Oh, she found it easy to talk about balls and melons. I wonder how she choose to use those vivid expression unfolding inside ladies loo – “Hers” in the talkies. And there is about the sweets I’ve forgotten. Those green parry’s sweets I used to crush under my sweet teeth. Unfortunately it’s these very sweets ( parrys muttai) that took most of my sturdy crushers…
I wonder if any one remembers these green packed sweets. Just like somber characters of this book, Vellya Paapen, Eastha and Paradise Pickles, I too have lost these memories long back.
Well, each person reads books through their eyes, filtered by their thoughts, comes to their own conclusion.
If you’ve any opinion to share about this book, then pls call me. I love to hear.
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