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Arundhati Roy: Mother Mary Comes To Me
Mrs. Roy made it her mission to disabuse boys of their seemingly God-given sense of entitlement. She turned them into considerate, respectful men, the kind the town had rarely seen. In a way she liberated them, too. She freed them of the burden of being what society thought men ought to be. She raised generations […]
Kiran Desai: The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny
”This is Sonia. She returned from America because it’s lonely,” said Babita.”It wasn’t simply loneliness,” said Sonia, understanding that this woman she did not know wanted to embarrass her. ”It was all the things I’d have to do alone.””Why would you have to do anything alone?” asked Babita. ”It’s the premise of being American: You […]
Megha Majumdar: A Burning
Almost one year ago I was coming to Mr. Debnath’s house for the first time. He was asking to take my interview in the street. Because – he was saying, this was his explanation – the house was being painted, so there was nowhere to sit.Rubbish. Where were the painters, the rags, the buckets, the […]
Alka Joshi: The Henna Artist
In India, individual shame did not exist. Humiliation spread, as easily as oil on wax paper, to the entire family, even to distant cousins, uncles, aunts, nieces and nephews. The rumormongers made sure of that. Blame lay heavily in my chest. Had I not deserted my marriage, Radha would not have suffered so much, and […]
Amita Trasi: The Color of Our Sky
In my bedroom, my bed stood neatly covered, just the way I had left it. I could hear the sound of our laughter, smell my childhood – the good Aai used to cook and lovingly feed me – that wafting floral smell of saffron in the pulao, turmeric-perfumed dal, the sweet rasgullas. There wasn’t any […]
Arundhati Roy: Äärimmäisen onnen ministeriö
Ympärillä levittyi kaupunki kilometrien päähän. Tuhatvuotias velhotar torkkui mutta ei nukkunut, ei edes siihen aikaan yöstä. Sen medusankallosta luikerteli harmaita ylikulkusiltoja, jotka solmiutuivat ja avautuivat keltaisten natriumlamppujen udussa. Kodittomien nukkuvat hahmot reunustivat korotettuja kapeita jalkakäytäviä ketjuttuen pää kiinni varpaissa, pää kiinni varpaissa, pää kiinni varpaissa silmänkantamattomiin. Velhottaren löysän pergamenttimaisen ihon poimuihin kätkeytyi vanhoja salaisuuksia. Jokainen […]
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