I have been trying to finish up reading 'The God of Small things for more than one month now. No, there's nothing wrong with the story line or what's so ever. In order to indulge in the pleasure of reading a book,you need three things. First, a complete peace of mind for you to taste each words without actually uttering a word and also to imagine the scenes between the pages. Second, Silence. Having a one year old adorable yet noisy nephew around certainly pulls out the concentrations cell from your brain. Third, ample of free time .Currently, I'm struggling to find all these three things,
Nowadays, I'm not even aware how time flies. I am out of the house most of the time for one reason that I hate to be at home,just to be surrounded by people who doesn't acknowledge my RJ. They don't even want to get to know him,that's what saddens me the most. What is wrong with him? Isn't he a human being like all of us who breathe the same air as everyone else? Why are they not including him in our family? It's not his fault to be born as someone with a different religion than them.
So where is God here? Can I go back to God who created these rules in the first place? Will God acknowledge my prayers?
I find it hard to go along living in the same house with people who kneel down on prayer mat,praying so that RJ will leave me eventually..
To be completely honest, I find all this discrimination to be absolutely and utterly disgusting..