A rushing, rolling fishswimming sense

Their lives have a size and shape now. Estha has his and Rahel hers.


Edges, Borders, Boundaries, Brinks and Limits have appeared like a team of trolls on their separate horizons. Short creatures with long shadows, patrolling the Blurry End. Gentle half-moons have gathered under their eyes and they are as old as Ammu was when she died. Thirty-one.


Not old.
Not young.
But a viable die-able age.

- The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy