“Ammu said that human beings were creatures of habit, and it was amazing the kind of things one could get used to.”-- Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
Reading Arundhathi Roy’s ‘God of Small Things’ was a pleasure. I read it first when I was traveling in Sabari express back to my hostel in Cochin after my vacation-1st year of Engineering. The book was borrowed from my father’s office library and I had to rush through it to complete it as it had to be returned soon. It was like swallowing the whole ice cream in a gulp, which should have been otherwise relished gradually, bit by bit. Well anyways, I liked the book even then. But I doubt if, back then, I understood the infinite emotions the book holds. Now, five years out of college, I decided to read the book again and as a first step bought it online. As with every other book I sit down to read, I had the initial trouble to start with it. But then, I did start reading. And I lived the book with Ammu, Rahel, Estha and their ‘God of Small Things’.
During my course of reading, Rahel and Estha rode with me on my scooter while I went to office, returned, when I bought fruits in the market, when I went to hospital to collect reports and everywhere I went. I fell in love with the twins, their ideas, their emotions, their love for Ammu and even with the fountains with ‘Love in Tokyo’ bands and the pointed boots and collars. I swam in the ‘Ayemenem’ River, ate the salted pickles and listened to Ammu’s version of different things in life and felt the love that Rahel and Estha had for their Velutha.
I lived the book and felt every single emotion-happiness, fear, sorrow, anxiety and many-many more. I could relate with the mother in Ammu, with the lover in Velutha, with the child in Rahel and Estha, with the pain Rahel felt when she saw Estha didn’t respond to her. I cried when Ammu died in the hotel room and when Rahel didn’t feel sad about it, I cried when Estha was cut out from Rahel and was sent off to somewhere unknown to a person they called Baba, I cried when Estha and Rahel broke the nature’s law of love –who should be loved and how much?
Its awesome, the way the author captured every detail of the characters she introduced in the book, the way she portrayed every feeing they would have experienced at the different situations in the story. I read it, enjoyed it, and relished every bit of it until the last word in the last page of the book.
Reading Arundhathi Roy’s ‘God of Small Things’ was a pleasure. I read it first when I was traveling in Sabari express back to my hostel in Cochin after my vacation-1st year of Engineering. The book was borrowed from my father’s office library and I had to rush through it to complete it as it had to be returned soon. It was like swallowing the whole ice cream in a gulp, which should have been otherwise relished gradually, bit by bit. Well anyways, I liked the book even then. But I doubt if, back then, I understood the infinite emotions the book holds. Now, five years out of college, I decided to read the book again and as a first step bought it online. As with every other book I sit down to read, I had the initial trouble to start with it. But then, I did start reading. And I lived the book with Ammu, Rahel, Estha and their ‘God of Small Things’.
During my course of reading, Rahel and Estha rode with me on my scooter while I went to office, returned, when I bought fruits in the market, when I went to hospital to collect reports and everywhere I went. I fell in love with the twins, their ideas, their emotions, their love for Ammu and even with the fountains with ‘Love in Tokyo’ bands and the pointed boots and collars. I swam in the ‘Ayemenem’ River, ate the salted pickles and listened to Ammu’s version of different things in life and felt the love that Rahel and Estha had for their Velutha.
I lived the book and felt every single emotion-happiness, fear, sorrow, anxiety and many-many more. I could relate with the mother in Ammu, with the lover in Velutha, with the child in Rahel and Estha, with the pain Rahel felt when she saw Estha didn’t respond to her. I cried when Ammu died in the hotel room and when Rahel didn’t feel sad about it, I cried when Estha was cut out from Rahel and was sent off to somewhere unknown to a person they called Baba, I cried when Estha and Rahel broke the nature’s law of love –who should be loved and how much?
Its awesome, the way the author captured every detail of the characters she introduced in the book, the way she portrayed every feeing they would have experienced at the different situations in the story. I read it, enjoyed it, and relished every bit of it until the last word in the last page of the book.
Hi Kavitha, had a nice time reading couple of your posts. You write so well. Even I've read 'The God of small things' but really long time back and after reading this post again remembered the various characters and details. Lovely!
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