Anyway, now she thinks of Estha and Rahel as Them, because separately, the two of them are no longer what They were or ever thought They'd be.

Ever.

Their lives have a size and a shape now. Estha has his and Rahel hers.

Edges, Borders, Boundaries, Brinks and Limits have appeared like a team of trolls on their separate horizons. Short creatures with long shadows, patrolling the Blurry End. Gentle half-moons have gathered under their eyes and they are as old as *Ammu was when she died. Thirty-one.

Not old.

Not young.

But a viable die-able age.

-The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy

*Ammu- mother

I really think that Roy's imagery is so rich- I wonder what inspires Indian and Japanese imagery- they're always so colourful, so different, so exotic. Estha and Rahel are twins btw. I've always wondered what bonded twins together. What does it feel like to have someone so close to you at birth, where a special bond exists beyond that of a normal sibling's?

Then again, i might just be romanticizing the notion, and the other 'part of you' might just be as annoying and irritating as a spoilt brat, hahaz. No offense to all twins out there! Haven't met a pair of identical twins yet though, wonder how it'll be like...