Crying alone and with others, on receiving the book.

Book suggestions #0 | Prologue | by godknowswho.

The book is here. She smells like guruvayoor-narangamuttayi* in A/C. Or like the Rasna** drink powder that I desired a lot in my childhood. I remember my father bringing a fiber-optic contraption that spread little dots of light in the semi-dark room, when I was lying beside my mother, very early in the night. My father had just got back from work, and I was so angry and sad and longing for the magic towel that came with the Rasna drink. My father and mother, both angels, told me that there is a world behind the advertisements, which I never thought would exist. I didn’t believe them. I cried a lot. They told me stories about people who went looking for freebies and got nothing.

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Lozenges pic-(k)-ed by Ashraya. Illus-ed by godknowswho.

I open the book and take a deep breath from her virgin pages. It reminds me of narangamuttayis and some other soft drink powders. Then I smell her again and again, and this image comes to my mind, clear as anything. I start to write it down and I cry hard. I don’t remember crying like this for a long time. I cry hard. Then, I complete typing this, my hands shaking. Thank you for everything.

This will be my Madeleine cake.

What is yours?



This marks the start of book suggestion columns from Article19. The first book will be probably a Russian writer’s book where he writes letters not about love. Or a Prague-born poet’s only (anti)-novel. Who knows?