Sarong Quotes

“He said he would send his young assistant with us, a third- year student from the Delhi School of Architecture, who had taken a year of to appren-tice with him. We could pick him up from a building site where he was currently working with Daddy’s masons.
We did.
The young assistant threaded his way through the little heaps of building material on the site. I couldn’t believe it. He was Jesus. He was rock ’n’ roll. And he had walked on water all the way from Woodstock to Kerala just to meet me. I was nearly ffteen, he was nineteen, and for the frst time in my life I understood what sexual desire was. My brain, my heart, my soul –  all parked themselves in my groin. He had long, lank, Jesus hair, a Jesus beard and a

lean, fat, easy- walking Jesus body. Brown Jesus, I mean, not the geographically relocated, genetically modifed blond one. Apart from a black sarong, he was barebodied and barefoot. As he came up to the van, he casually stubbed out the bidi he was smoking on the calloused heel of his foot. I died.”
― Arundhati Roy, Mother Mary Comes to Me