A sparrow lay dead on the backseat. She had found her way through a hole in the windscreen, tempted by some seat-sponge for her nest. She never found her way out. No one noticed her panicked car-window appeals. She died on the backseat, with her legs in the air. Like a joke.
Arundhati RoyAnd there it was again. Another religion turned against itself. Another edifice constructed by the human mind, decimated by human nature.
Arundhati RoyIndia's a very interesting place... there's no formal opposition, but there's genuine on-the-ground opposition.
Arundhati RoyHe held her as though she was a gift. Given to him in love. Something still and small. Unbearably precious.
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