The God Of Small Things – Arundhati Roy
If you ask me what this book is about, I really don’t have a definite answer. Arundhati Roy’s ‘ The God Of Small Things’ is about many things – love, pain, joy, madness, jealousy, hierarchy, human intent and nature. This book is about the fine line between all of this.
If you ask me whose story this is, I still don’t have an answer. The story is about Ammu and Velutha. The story is equally about Rahel and Estha. Then again, It could also be called Sophiemol’s, Chacko’ s, Margaret Kochamma’s, Baby Kochamma’s or Mammachi’s. It could also be called the story of a place, the story of a time or the story of history repeating itself then and now.
One thing I can tell you about this is – It’s absolutely beautiful. There are spaces in this book where you would leave your heart and never take it back. You would find yourself filling the voids in your heart with Arundhati Roy’s words. You find yourself lost in the Heart of Darkness with the two egg twins, a sad-eyed women with deep dimples and a man with an autumn leaf at his back that made the monsoons come on time. You find beauty, feel pain, love, joy, tenderness or madness in each sentence and they stay.
Overall, this was an amazing reading experience. If you are somebody who gave up on this book when you were younger, I say, give it a second chance. And if you haven’t read it yet, read it. It’s beautiful.
“The God of Loss, The God of Small Things . He left no footprints in the sand, no ripples in water, no image in mirrors.” – This is my favorite sentence in the book and it still haunts me.