The goddess of big words and her oracle...

the god of small things...

this book, not just another one, (mind it!) by Arundati Roy..is a gem in all sense of words..

not just a book but a journey in its own..there are very few book, which, through their simple yet Strong words,

inspire you to a limit that despite of turning the many pages of it's other counterparts, you still keep on returning to it..savouring it like the very own mom's recipe.. and the god of small things is one of this kind.

the words, the story, the theme and most important, the simplicity is the Essenes that binds me to this book so closely that i can see the drama happening in me and it rocks me to its rhythm.

the two kids- Rachel and Estha..'the Di zygotic', 'the two-egg twins' are the characters around whom the story revolves. these are the little people who have really touched my heart mainly due to some of my personal longings. what really moist my eye is the love of the two..to describe more aptly, i better quote Roy's words..."they knew each other before life begin"..."estha and rachel thought of themselves together as Me and separately, individually, as We or Us. as though a rare breed of Siamese twins, physically separate but with joint identities."... seeing this beautiful bond, how i wish i shared such bond with someone...

Roy has woven a magical thread that inter vines the innocence of childhood and the stark reality of life. the lessons life taught the twins were accidental, seemingly innocent yet that altered their life in a way that there was no turning back. its true with all of us... sometimes in our piggyback ride- and-ice lollies days we learn certain things, in a rather harsh way and the images of the moments are pasted on our memories till we let out our last breath... this book, in a subtle way, emphasises the fact that it is not always true that things stay same, come what may.. after all change is the only constant thing..

this book, for me, is like a bridge. the bridge between the naivety of the childhood and the realisation of loss of the adulthood..the bridge which many among us, burn down, just to uphold the star-value of sanity and burdening their hearts with the unspoken guilt and stifled cries...