A tale which essentially highlights the consequences of love. While reading “The God of Small Things” the book saw me emotionally-wretched on a train, terrified on a bus and solemnly walking as another face in a mass crowd in London.
Readers are invited into Ayemenem where the women, with little, seek fulfilment in scandal and the men proudly accentuate their power. The reality experienced by the characters hovers across the pages like humid air. They are haunted by their thoughts and their culture.
Thought-provoked by Arundhati Roy, I was forced to see the perspective from all sides; from the young, innocent twins to the deceptive baby aunt. Following behind unstable Ammu, her brother; the greedy fat uncle and Westerners Sophie Mol and Margaret Kochamma (admired by all). Tailing on a trail of the repercussions from events misunderstood by naïve children to the explosion of a family from an ‘illegal’ love affair.
Unrequited love; the opposite to a happily ever after. If love was on a timeline when did it all begin and when will it all end. Rather than a story being about unrequited love between a man and woman, the story highlights more about the unrequited trust between family and friends. But above all I am here to write about the most unrequited love; love for thyself.
If you feel like you are missing a part of your heart and soul, look deep into your eyes and appreciate that rawness of your core. Us humans all experience similar troubles – anxiety, guilt, regret and worry (just to name a few) and all this is normal and we will find ourselves facing these problems our entire lives. Now positive psychology isn’t about pushing your shit aside or putting on those heart-shaped, rose-tinted sunglasses but it’s accepting the darkness and the madness and then, finding a way to hang some bright fairy lights in that dark corner.
This is what all the characters in the story lacked most – self-love. And in return, there wasn’t enough love for others around them which led to the destruction of a home and many lives.