Perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. Preserved. Accounted for. Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story.”
Perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day.
About the poet
Arundhati Roy
Suzanna Arundhati Roy (born 24 November 1961) is an Indian author best known for her novel The God of Small Things (1997), which won the Man Booker Prize for Fiction in 1997 and became the best-selling book by a non-expatriate Indian author. She is also a pol…
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the secret of the Great Stories
...the secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn t. And yet you want to know again.That is their mystery and their magic.
Never To Forget
<To love.To be loved.
And the air was full of Thoughts
..And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside.
She wore flowers in her hair
...She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims.
This was the trouble with families
This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.
