Book Review: "The God of Small Things" by Arundhati Roy

By- Kriti

Edited by- Diksha Sharma

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The God of Small Things is a wonderful story written by an exceptional woman. It is a story written in a quiet corner of Kerala. Even the title carries an essence of calmness, like an empty canvas, wanting to feel the touch of colours. Reading it is like stepping into a river, where every word flows with its own rhythm, soft yet harsh, making a path for wandering travelers. The novel pulls us back into memories and nostalgia buried deep in our hearts; searching for moments to relive, the echo of soft, silly laughter within four walls, fleeting yet unforgettable. The story moves like memory itself, broken, layered, and ever-unfolding, offering readers new discoveries with every turn.

It reflects the harsh truth of societal biased norms, revealing the many ways in which inequality is manifested in people's lives. The world lies in fragments; some parts stir discomforting truths, while others feel like a warm hug on a foggy winter morning. It is a shocking tragedy, yet surprisingly beautiful; it is a mould of love, loss, and the small things that make us whole. I first fell in love with this book because of its lyrical writing style, every word felt like a fresh breath in open field, lingering in the beauty of absolute stillness. Every word felt like a beautiful concept, holding our hand like an anchor, every page held a story, echoing in the silence. You wait for the last page, for the perfect ending, only to find it was a beginning of something beautiful. Every book cradles new memories; some leave us in silence, while others become a hand to hold in life, to pave our path, even if it doesn't feel right - a friend, a companion, and above all, a family.