Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity.
Arundhati RoyFlat muscled and honey coloured. Sea secrets in his eyes. A silver raindrop in his ear.
Arundhati RoyAnother world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.
Arundhati RoyBy then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the smell. Sicksweet. Like old roses on a breeze.
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