The last few days are quite comfortable ones, with work going good and all. But my mind is spitting out expletives of the worst kind to even the smallest things that irritate me. The reason is the book that i am reading. The God Of Small Things. Every one of the nights, that i slept with the book, i was cursing the inconsiderate characters in the book, at the same time loving the most endearing charactors of Ammu, Rahel, Estha, Velutha and Sophie mol. I know the society and i can feel it. The little magical world of the children, the mismatched character of ammu who refused to be bound by the silly hypocritical society, paying for that with her life. Her stifled dreams of getting back with her children, the heartache about not being able to support them. I am thinking of that as the greatest pain a single mother can have. Inconsiderateness is dirty. Some times its the religion and its convoluted explanations which gives these villains the strenght to hurt their own people, while other cases its just plain dirty mind. Fuck them.