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May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dust green… - Arundhati Roy
" "May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dust green trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun. The nights are clear, but suffused with sloth and sullen expectation. But by early June the southwest monsoon breaks and there are three months of wind and water with short spells of sharp, glittering sunshine that thrilled children snatch to play with. The countryside turns an immodest green. Boundaries blur as tapioca fences take root and bloom. Brick walls turn moss green. Pepper vines snake up electric poles. Wild creepers burst through laterite banks and spill across the flooded roads. (first lines)
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About Arundhati Roy
Arundhati Roy (born 24 November 1961) is an Indian writer and social activist
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Suzanna Arundhati Roy
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May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun.
Additional quotes by Arundhati Roy
В онези ранни смътни години, за които едва си спомняха, когато животът беше пълен с множество начала, но липсваха краища, когато всичко им се струваше завинаги, Еста и Рахел заедно се възприемаха като мен, а поотделно, насаме, като Ние или Нас. Сякаш бяха някаква странна порода сиамски близнаци, разделени физически, но с обща самоличност.
Сега, след толкова години, Рахел още пази спомена как една нощ се бе събудила от собствения си смях, породен от някакъв смешен сън на Еста.
Помни и други неща, които не би трябвало да помни.
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