Perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few… - Arundhati Roy

Things can change in a day.

Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.

She had never before met a man who spoke of the world — of what it was, and how it came to be, or what he thought would become of it — in the way in which other men she knew discussed their jobs, their friends or their weekends at the beach.
Being with Chacko made Margaret feel as though her soul had escaped from the narrow confines of her island country into the vast, extravagant spaces of his. He made her feel as though the world belonged to them — as though it lay before them like an opened frog on a dissecting table, begging to be examined.
In the year she knew them, before they were married, she discovered a little magic in herself, and for a while felt like a blithe genie released from her lamp. She was perhaps too young to realize that what she assumed was her love for Chacko was actually a tentative, timorous, acceptance of herself.

Capitalism is destroying the planet. The two old tricks that dug it out of past crises — War and Shopping — simply will not work.

Ammu said that human beings were creatures of habit, and it was amazing the kind of things one could get used to.