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He magnified his own troubles and minimized other people’s troubles.
Perhaps it was just innocence but that one action of yours, that acceptance of me, immediately devastated my heart.
‘I know it’s too early,’
‘You are still too young. You are still at school. But already you are much wiser than me.
Not to be able to touch that which I had already possessed would have been the subtlest form of torture.
But she was pleased—pleased that her flesh and blood, her own daughter, could mean so much to a man.
‘I will do what I can to help you. She should finish school by the time she is seventeen. It does not matter if you are older. Twelve years difference in age is not uncommon. So don’t worry. Be patient and all will be arranged.’
He told you how hopeless he felt and you comforted him.
‘You will always be young. If you have Sushila, you will always be young.’
It’s possible the family will change their minds about us later. Anyway, what matters now is Sushila’s attitude.
It was lonely under the pipal tree. It is said that only ghosts live in pipal trees. I do not blame them, for pipal trees are cool and shady and full of loneliness.
I may stop loving you, Sushila, but I will never stop loving the days I loved you.
I remembered having shrugged off the news, because it meant she would never come my way again, and I have never yearned after something that has been irredeemably lost. But she had come my way again. And was she still lost? That was what I wanted to know. . .
I knew she would like this, because that was where I had kissed her often before.

