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“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?”

Quote by Amitav Ghosh

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The hungry tide

In this novel, the author delves into the harsh realities of life along the coastal regions of the Indian Ocean, focusing on the struggles of its inhabitants against the relentless forces of nature and the complexities of human existence. more

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Amitav Ghosh
Amitav Ghosh

Amitav Ghosh is an Indian author renowned for his historical fiction and non-fiction works. Born on July 11, 1956, Ghosh has achieved international recognition for his intricate storytelling and detailed narratives. His writing frequently delves into themes of colonialism, globalization, and the environment. more

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“You have to protect yourself from sadness. Sadness is very close to hate. Let me tell you this. This is the thing I learned. If you take in someone else's poison – thinking you can cure them by sharing it – you will instead store it within you. Those men in the desert were smarter than you. They assumed he could be useful. So they saved him, but when he was no longer useful they left him.”

“Women want everything of a lover. And too often I would sink below the surface. So armies disappear under sand. And there was her fear of her husband, her belief in her honour, my old desire for self-sufficiency, my disappearances, her suspicions of me, my disbelief that she loved me. The paranoia and claustrophobia of hidden love.”

“As we forge deeper into this issue of forgiveness, we must be prepared to open up and discuss things that bother us before they escalate to a crisis level. We must examine our struggles with forgiveness in which there are not overt offenses or blatant betrayals. I'm convinced that seeds of resentment take root in the silent frustrations that never get discussed. Other people cannot read our minds--or our palms!--and that is why we have tongues to speak.”