He held his mundu spread above his head to dry. The wind lifted it like a sail. He was suddenly happy. Things will get worse he thought to himself. Then better. He was walking swiftly now, towards the Heart of Darkness. As lonely as a wolf.The God of Loss. The God of Small Things. Naked but for his nail varnish. (274)
-Arundhati Roy
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