Friday, November 11, 2011


11/11/11 at 11:11am ~


  1. May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun.

    The nights are clear, but suffused with sloth and sullen expectation.

    But by early June the southwest monsoon breaks and there are three months of wind and water with short spells of sharp, glittering sunshine that thrilled children snatch to play with. The countryside turns an immodest green. Boundaries blur as tapioca fences take root and bloom. Brick walls turn mossgreen. Pepper vines snake up electric poles. Wild creepers burst through laterite banks and spill across the flooded roads. Boats ply in the bazaars. And small fish appear in the puddles that fill the PWD potholes on the highways.

    hi megan,
    im from india and just wanted to send you this excerpt from a book i like. your writing remids me of the book.

    regards dilip

  2. Thank you Dilip!! Very tasteful and well-written excerpt. :-)

    I want to travel to India one day, by the way.


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