Kindle Notes & Highlights
When he opens his eyes and tries to focus, cup his face in your hands and say “You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.”
Bryan Davis sang this song in karaoke
She dyed her hair black, which none of us could understand because her hair used to be black anyway and now it looked navy blue though no one had the guts to tell her this.
attendancecompulsory farewell parties
Aaaah, the life
By the time her fourth letter came, the girls wanted to know why she didn’t have better things to do in America than write stupid letters to people who didn’t give a flying fuck about her.
Then she said she wanted to know if we thought we were very smart.
Such a classic insult
They will say “But she studied so well,” and they will not understand how a girl who studies so well can become a woman who dies of alcohol poisoning.
“No. Once my breasts kicked in I changed my mind.” “That’s good. I like your breasts.” “I know you do.”
Kathir was angry and disappointed in everything and I believed this was what made his bones so rebellious.
He liked to say that he was not like the rest of us, because the rest of us did nothing.
Meeee
Once I had told him that his eyes were like chocolate and he had laughed and said nothing about my eyes, even after I had asked him to.
I had done this many times myself. Getting better!
Also I can’t breathe and there are old people going up past me and this doesn’t seem fair.
When people close their eyes and start talking about the best mysorepaks they have ever eaten, I will tell them I’ve had an intense spiritual experience but I can’t talk about it because they wouldn’t understand.
This is conversations about Psychedelics
“Who enslaved humans of colour? Who invaded the Caribbean? Who murdered all the innocent children? You did! You! You!”
. I will pin my dupatta to my kurta. I will stop talking to the men at work. I will not take the bus. I will tell myself that it is no big deal, that I’ll forget all about it one day. Sometimes this will make me feel better.
So heart breaking
I didn’t want to let her in because it would take a very long time to put her outside again.
Because everyone can do this. And everyone includes you. So. Just open the front gate, close it, open the black umbrella, walk up to the main road, stop a rickshaw, argue with the driver about the price, watch him shake his head and drive away, I couldn’t get past this part. You keep walking, I told myself. You’ll find another rickshaw, but I just saw myself standing there at the side of the road, sweating under my black umbrella. Or take the fucking bus. Take the
The terrifying prospect of trying to get an autorickshaw, and being judged by them in ruthless negotiations
I once stayed in a hostel where the 24hourswater came every other day for an hour in the afternoon.
I will think of white people gasping prettily in pain
You are thankful for this because your parents would totally ship you off to India if they ever found out you were dancing with a boy. Indian parents are psycho like that.
You think you would be better at everything if you were a boy.
You lose. You are sent to an all-girls college in India
They think you are married and you are flattered that anyone would think you were marriageable.
