This is love
"Should we wake her up?" Estha said.
Chinks of late afternoon light stole into the room through the curtains and fell on Ammu's tangerine-shaped transistor radio that she always took with her to the river[...]
Bright bars of sunlight brightened Ammu's tangled hair. She waited, under the skin of her dream, not wanting to let the children in.
"She says you should never wake dreaming people suddenly," Rahel said. "She says they could easily have a Heart Attack."
Between them they decided that it would be best to disturb her discreetly, rather than wake her suddenly. So they opened drawers, they cleared their throats, they whispered loudly, they hummed a little tune. They moved shoes. And found a cupboard door that creaked.
Ammu, resting under the skin of her dream, observed them and ached with her love for them.
- Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
1 Comments:
ah, you quoted roy! and you seemed to have skirted the question of whether that's my book. i suppose i could go look on my shelf, but, regardless, i will accuse you without verification. plus, there are too many books on there and, since OC boy built us new shelves, they're all out of order. and no, they weren't ever in alphabetical order. they were in order according to genre. so hmph!
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