Mumbaigirl's words - Burp, goddess, disposable
Appa, she asks, Why did she
write about the God of Small
Things? His paternal self, rising
like a burp through his belly
fills the air with food and
tradition. Sour and somewhat
Does she mean small things
like snails, or like little baby
Because, chinna kutti, he
says, some small things are for
keeps, the others disposable. The
Goddess, I think, takes care
of the latter.
Like your shaving blade? Yes, he
nods. Like that only.