The God of Small Things
This was the book I attempted to read when I was tired from working too hard for nothing and I thought it was an incoherent bunch of phrases.
I read it again yesterday - slowly, this time.
It stirred itself in a circular motion, you can pluck any page as a starting point and you will not get lost if you ventured further. You can read the last page and find it linked to where the first page began and they can be interchanged. The first can be the last, the last can be the first.
I purchased it when it was On Sale! How convenient at that windy November nightfall in Powerbooks. November 18, 2006 to be exact. Funny how fast time and employment and sleep can consume worlds of opportunities to be educated by something as powerful as this.
I would’ve paid for it twice or thrice the measly discounted price now. Every page I hold close to my heart for me to remember that by the time I reach thirty-one, which is “Not old. Not young. But a viable die-able age,” I should have already stopped pursuing the Big Things. And to remember that the Love Laws “that lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much,” can be disobeyed only by those who come prepared for its pointless but nevertheless unforgiving punishments. And to remember too that Tangerine is my favorite color from now on. Imagine how fun it would be to have a tangerine typewriter or a tangerine point-and-shoot.
It is brimming with other, equally important Truths to be remembered in its 321 pages. I will not remember them all. But I can read this again. This is something I cannot tire of. Something that should be clutched and reread and underlined and memorized.
Thank you for “cheap coincidences” in bookshops.
I read it again yesterday - slowly, this time.
It stirred itself in a circular motion, you can pluck any page as a starting point and you will not get lost if you ventured further. You can read the last page and find it linked to where the first page began and they can be interchanged. The first can be the last, the last can be the first.
I purchased it when it was On Sale! How convenient at that windy November nightfall in Powerbooks. November 18, 2006 to be exact. Funny how fast time and employment and sleep can consume worlds of opportunities to be educated by something as powerful as this.
I would’ve paid for it twice or thrice the measly discounted price now. Every page I hold close to my heart for me to remember that by the time I reach thirty-one, which is “Not old. Not young. But a viable die-able age,” I should have already stopped pursuing the Big Things. And to remember that the Love Laws “that lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much,” can be disobeyed only by those who come prepared for its pointless but nevertheless unforgiving punishments. And to remember too that Tangerine is my favorite color from now on. Imagine how fun it would be to have a tangerine typewriter or a tangerine point-and-shoot.
It is brimming with other, equally important Truths to be remembered in its 321 pages. I will not remember them all. But I can read this again. This is something I cannot tire of. Something that should be clutched and reread and underlined and memorized.
Thank you for “cheap coincidences” in bookshops.