Priti tumbled upon the earth, luckier! Wars were not on the door.Īrakshita Ku Daiva Saha! (God protects those unprotected) Probably from those days, such a faith ruled Bou's head, or sat in her tongue, anytime, anywhere.Ī decade after. To find some manifestations in their thought, emotion and feeling. She began with a subtle hint to the memory of her childhood life. "One hundred and eleven" appears frequently: They sat on the verandah on a grass mat, Priti joined them quietly. The resulting text wall is left-justified, except for the portion that is right-justified or the other portions that are fully justified as the entire thing should be.Ĭhapter header illustrations are just smushed into the wall of text, and there is no chapter indexing to help me skip around.
You might think I could tell when a new paragraph starts by the previous line of type ending early, but since the text is also full of random line breaks in the middle of sentences, this isn't reliable. First, there are no paragraph indicators no indentation at the start of new paragraphs, not even the usual self-publishing formatting error of line breaks between paragraphs. I seem to have purchased the worst format, on Nook. The e-book formatting on its own is a barrier to comprehension. I see no compelling reason to press further to get more meaning out of it. I have pored over it enough to ascertain that it seems to be about a girl, Priti, who is telling a story to two couples who are staying at her house, or "a" house anyway, telling the story of her life and/or the house and/or the city. Maybe if you treat it like some kind of avant-garde, stream of consciousness writing experiment you could get something out of it, but I doubt it. I am unsurprised, but still disappointed. What does any of this mean? I can kind of follow what on earth most of the paragraphs are generally about, but this is not comprehensible English writing. Or such a piece of speech was a nostalgic memento in her head and heart, so a lasting memory. Because it was heard and talked much, Achhe Din… Good days are awaiting, captivating to any and every in her country at that time, that something was fourteen. The year, two thousand… something… Month day date, hard to find. Here is another early paragraph: She is the Lord’s Posh Child, a feeling nesting richly in her head, sparsely filled into Lord’s Ordinary Child. Priti understood that they felt it too uncomfortable to spend there at night. They found there a dull-looking house, nothing stimulating in the surrounding.
They were fresh flesh, but the dry tone and cold eyes. Did you know you could get this book as a pair of leggings?
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