Sarath Sreekumar

“I use the word love loosely, and only because my vocabulary is unequal to the task of describing the precise nature of that maze, that forest of feelings”
― Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness

“She could hear her hair growing. It sounded like something crumbling. A burnt thing crumbling. Coal. Toast. Moths crisped on a light bulb. She remembered reading somewhere that even after people died, their hair and nails kept growing. Like starlight, travelling through the universe long after the stars themselves had died. Like cities. Fizzy, effervescent, simulating the illusion of life while the planet they had plundered died around them.”
― Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness

“Destroying us. You are constructing us. It’s yourselves that you are destroying.”
― Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness

“She described how, when her brother’s body was found in a field and brought home, his fists, clenched in rigor mortis, were full of earth and yellow mustard flowers grew from between his fingers.”
― Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness