Manaswini

“All three of them bonded by the certain, separate knowledge that they had loved a man to death.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“Her collarbones like wings that spread from the base of her throat to the ends of her shoulders. A bird held down by skin.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“He couldn't see her, sitting outside in the darkness, looking in at the light. A pair of actors trapped in a recondite play with no hint of plot or narrative. Stumbiling through their parts nursing someone else’s sorrow. Grieving someone else’s grief. Unable somehow to change plays. Or purchase, for a fee some cheap brand of exorcism from a conveyor with a fancy degree, who would sit them down and say in one of many ways: “ Your not the sinners. You’re the sinned against. You were only children.You had no control. You are the victims, not the perpetrators.” It would of helped if they could of made that crossing. If only they could have worn, even temporarily, the tragic hood of victim hood”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things