Em and the Big Hoom

by Jerry Pinto

I wavered and struggled for a long time before I exiled myself from God’s mansion.

The coyness with which Victorians had approached the sexual was translated into the discomfort with which we approached God.

‘Fuck off, you stupid old shit with your chutiya clichés and your kings with rings.’ In real time, confronted by my grandmother’s much-loved, guilt-worn slow dissolve of a face, I said, ‘I’ll make tea.’

‘If anyone ever does you a favour, you cannot forget it. You must always credit them, especially in public, especially to those they love and those who love them. You must pay your debts, even those that you can never fully repay. Anything less makes you less.’

Words to live by

Anything less makes you less. Was that how it was for him as a husband? She had loved him, and he would never forget it; he would be with her and love her in return, always, even if it wasn’t enough.

Was beautiful to find someone out my thoughts in words