The god of small things in English episodes:

• December 14, 2024The god of small things

  C H A P T E R 11

  THE GOD OF SMALL THINGS

  That afternoon, Ammu traveled upwards through a dream in which

  a cheerful man with one arm held her close by the light of an oil

  lamp. He had no other arm with which to ɹght the shadows that

  ɻickered around him on the ɻoor.

  Shadows that only he could see.

  Ridges of muscle on his stomach rose under his skin like divisions

  on a slab of chocolate.

  ...more

  

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• December 13, 2024The river in the boat

  C H A P T E R 10

  THE RIVER IN THE BOAT

  While the Welcome Home, Our Sophie Mol Play was being performed

  in the front verandah and Kochu Maria distributed cake to a Blue

  Army in the greenheat, Ambassador E. Pelvis/S. Pimpernel (with a

  puʃ) of the beige and pointy shoes, pushed open the gauze doors to

  the dank and pickle-smelling premises of Paradise Pickles. He

  walked among the giant cement pickle vats to ɹnd a place to Think

  in. Ousa, the Bar Nowl, who lived on a blackened beam near the

  skylight (and contributed occasionally to the ɻavor of certain

  Paradise products), watched him walk.

  ...more

  

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• December 12, 2024Mrs. Pillai, Mrs. Eapen, Mrs. Rajagopalan

  C H A P T E R 9

  MRS. PILLAI, MRS. EAPEN, MRS. RAJAGOPALAN

  The green-for-the-day had seeped from the trees. Dark palm leaves

  were splayed like drooping combs against the monsoon sky The

  orange sun slid through their bent, grasping teeth.

  A squadron of fruit bats sped across the gloom.

  In the abandoned ornamental garden, Rahel, watched by lolling

  dwarfs and a forsaken cherub, squatted by the stagnant pond and

  watched toads hop from stone to scummy stone. Beautiful Ugly

  Toads.

  ...more

  

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• December 11, 2024Welcome home, our Sophie Mol

  C H A P T E R 8

  WELCOME HOME, OUR SOPHIE MOL

  It was a grand old house, the Ayemenem House, but aloof-looking.

  As though it had little to do with the people who lived in it. Like an

  old man with rheumy eyes watching children play, seeing only

  transience in their shrill elation and their wholehearted commitment

  to life

  ...more

  

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• December 10, 2024Wisdom exercise notebooks

  C H A P T E R 7

  WISDOM EXERCISE NOTEBOOKS

  In Pappachi’s study, mounted butterɻies and moths had

  disintegrated into small heaps of iridescent dust that powdered the

  bottom of their glass display cases, leaving the pins that had

  impaled them naked. Cruel. The room was rank with fungus and

  disuse. An old neon-green hula hoop hung from a wooden peg on

  the wall, a huge saint’s discarded halo. A column of shining black

  ants walked across a windowsill, their bottoms tilted upwards, like a

  line of mincing chorus girls in a Busby Berkeley musical. Silhouetted

  against the sun. Buʃed and beautiful.

  ...more

  

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• December 09, 2024Cochin Kangaroos

  C H A P T E R 6

  COCHIN KANGAROOS

  At Cochin Airport, Rahel’s new knickers were polka-dotted and still

  crisp. The rehearsals had been rehearsed. It was the Day of the Play.

  The culmination of the What Will Sophie Mol Think? week.

  In the morning at the Hotel Sea Queen, Ammu—who had

  dreamed at night of dolphins and a deep blue—helped Rahel to put

  on her frothy Airport Frock. It was one of those baʀing aberrations

  in Ammu’s taste, a cloud of stiʃ yellow lace with tiny silver sequins

  and a bow on each shoulder. The frilled skirt was underpinned with

  buckram to make it ɻare. Rahel worried that it didn’t really go with

  her sunglasses.

  ...more

  

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• December 08, 2024God's Own Country

  C H A P T E R 5

  GOD’S OWN COUNTRY

  Years later, when Rahel returned to the river, it greeted her with a

  ghastly skull’s smile, with holes where teeth had been, and a limp

  hand raised from a hospital bed.

  Both things had happened.

  It had shrunk. And she had grown

  ...more

  

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• December 07, 2024Abhilash Talkies

  C H A P T E R 4

  ABHILASH TALKIES

  ...more

  

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• December 06, 2024Big man the laltain, small man the mombatti

  C H A P T E R 3

  BIG MAN THE LALTAIN, SMALL MAN THE MOMBATTI

  Filth had laid seige to the Ayemenem House like a medieval army

  advancing on an enemy castle. It clotted every crevice and clung to

  the windowpanes.

  ...more

  

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• December 05, 2024Pappachi's Moth

  C H A P T E R 2

  PAPPACHI’S MOTH

  … it was a skyblue day in December sixty-nine (the nineteen silent).

  It was the kind of time in the life of a family when something

  happens to nudge its hidden morality from its resting place and

  make it bubble to the surface and ɻoat for a while. In clear view.

  For everyone to see.

  ...more

  

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