December 2011
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‘And the other thing, Rahel,’ Ammu said, ‘I think it’s high time that you learned the difference between CLEAN and DIRTY. Especially in this country.’
Ambassador Rahel looked down.
‘Your dress is - was - CLEAN,’ Ammu said. ‘That curtain is DIRTY. Those Kangaroos are DIRTY. Your hands are DIRTY.’
Rahel was frightened by the way Ammu said...
You make me sick when you act like me,when you...
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The Fond smiles watched fondly.
Little Girls Playing.
Sweet.
One beach coloured.
One brown.
One loved.
One loved a Little Less.
“Let’s leave one alive so that it can be lonely,” Sophie Mol suggested.
Rahel ignored her and killed them all.
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Chappu Thamburan
Without admitting it to each other or themselves, they linked their fates, their futures (their love, their madness, their hope, their Infinnate joy) to his. They checked on him every night (with growing panic as time went by) to see if he had survived the day. They fretted over his fraility. His smallness. The adequacy of his camouflage. His seemingly self destructive pride. They grew to love his...
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The twins looked up at her. Not together (but almost) two frightened voices whispered, ‘Save Ammu.’
In the years to come they would replay this scene in their heads. As children. As teenagers. As adults. Had they been deceived into doing what they did? Had they been tricked into condemnation?
In a way, yes. But it wasn’t as simple as that. They both knew that they had been...
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She was surprised at the extent of her daughter’s physical ease with him. Surprised that her child seemed to have a subworld that excluded her entirely. A tactile world of smiles and laughter that she, her mother, had no part in. Ammu recognised vaguely that her thoughts were shot with a delicate, purple tinge of envy. She didn’t allow herself to consider whom it was that she envied....