"They all broke the rules. They all crossed into forbidden territory. They all tampered with the laws that lay down who should be loved and how. And how much. The laws that make grandmothers grandmothers, uncles uncles, mothers mothers, cousins cousins, jam jam, jelly jelly.
It was a time when uncles became fathers, mothers lovers, and cousins died and had funerals.
It was a time when the unthinkable became thinkable and the impossible really happened."
Extracted from The God of Small Things - Arundhati Roy
The book whose lines are seeping into me, "like tea from a teabag", dying my thoughts with undiscovered experiences of familiar colors.
"Never again will a single story be told as though it's the only one" - John Berger
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