"No more would i step out of that room and make my way down the porch steps to the altar, a creature beautiful and adored, the personification of all that was good and perfect in the world... "
"I thought of bride-bride and all those elaborate ceremonies I had invented, how i had thought that weddings could not be anything but magical occasions. How distant that time seemed, a world I had left far behind..."
"The araliya tree was bare of its flowers. They, too, must have been stolen.I was stuck then by a bitter irony. these araliya flowers must be offered to some god as a pooja by the very people who had plucked them, in order to increase their chances of a better life in the next birth."
Funny Boy, Shyam Selvadurai.
"I thought of bride-bride and all those elaborate ceremonies I had invented, how i had thought that weddings could not be anything but magical occasions. How distant that time seemed, a world I had left far behind..."
"The araliya tree was bare of its flowers. They, too, must have been stolen.I was stuck then by a bitter irony. these araliya flowers must be offered to some god as a pooja by the very people who had plucked them, in order to increase their chances of a better life in the next birth."
Funny Boy, Shyam Selvadurai.