We, who have always thought of joy
as rising . . . feel the emotion
that always amazes us
when a happy thing falls.

I would never let her drown. I jumped in behind her as I saw her fighting for her life in the mucky waters of the river. She was running out of breath. I had to save her.
She decides to continue travelling with us instead of the forest guards, as I could take her to Mashima. I wish we could share a few words more than these sign languages.
We don’t understand a word of what the other is saying, but, I see the way she looks at the water and I just know that she belongs here.
I feel this electric bond forming between us, but, it’s time to leave. I have a family back home and even if the wave holds on to me like the arms of a lover, I turn the boat around.
We stumble paths again, but this time we have company. I see the way he looks at her. He will never understand what we share, just like everyone else doesn’t.
Destiny puts us on the same boat again. We sail through the backwaters to a point where we are faced with something larger than I could imagine.
The tide begins to turn, and so does our destiny.
I see my dream coming true. It’s time to say goodbye.
As seen through the eyes of Fokir.
I’ve read this book for the second time, and it’s absolutely breathtaking. Amitav Ghosh can write about a square piece of land and make it sound like the whole universe itself.
One the best Indian authors I’ve read. For anyone looking for a good read anytime soon, The Hungry Tide is the book for you.
Happy Reading.
MY FAVOURITE QUOTES:
- “How do you lose a word? Does it vanish into your memory, like an old toy in a cupboard, and lie hidden in the cobwebs and dust, waiting to be cleaned out or rediscovered?”
- “beauty is nothing but the start of terror we can hardly bear, and we adore it because of the serene scorn it could kill us with”
- “But here, in the tide country, transformation is the rule of life: rivers stray from week to week, and islands are made and unmade in days. In other places forests take centuries, even millennia, to regenerate; but mangroves can recolonize a denuded island in ten to fifteen years. Could it be the very rhythms of the earth were quickened here so that they unfolded at an accelerated pace?