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The God of Small Things Fear By:Marisa Schenkel…
The God of Small Things
Fear
By:Marisa Schenkel
Temporarily, for a few happy moments, the Orangedrink Lemondrink Man shut his yellow smile and went away.
Fear
sank and settled at the bottom of the deep water. Sleeping a dog's sleep. Ready to rise and murk things at a moment's notice.
Her face was like stone, but the tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her rigid cheeks. It made the twins sick with
fear.
How the skin on them grew gray and lifeless. How
fearfully
he watched death creap over her from the bottom up.
Velutha
Velutha
He folded his
fear
into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.
Mammachi ordered him to stop it but he couldn't, because you can't order
fear
around.
Once he was inside her,
fear
was derailed and biology took over
Despite his
fear
his body
was prepared to take the bait. It wanted her.
Through the soggy paper straw (almost flattened with spit and
fear
), the liquid lemon sweetness rose.
Screams died in them and floated belly up, like dead fish. Cowering on the floor, rocking between dread and disbelief, they realized that the man being beaten was Velutha
love to
fear
to anger to remorse-was suddenly lost
Ammu was still locked into her bedroom. Baby Kochamma had the keys. She called through the door to ask Ammu whether she had any idea where the children might be. She tried to keep the
panic
out of her voice, make it sound like a casual inquiry.
She was
frightened
by the BBC famines and television wars that she encountered while she channel surfed. Her old
fears
of the Revolution and the Marxist-Leninist menace had been rekindled by new television
worries
about the growing numbers of desperate and dispossessed people.
The
fear
that over the years would grow to consume her. That would make her lock her doors and windows. That would give her two hairlines and both her mouths. Hers too, was an ancient, age-old
fear
. The
fear
of being dispossessed.
That night in the lodge, Ammu sat up in the strange bed in the strange room in the strange town. She didn't know where she was, she recognized nothing around her. Only her
fear
was familiar. The faraway man inside her began to shout. This time the steely fist never loosened its grip.
Only her
fear
was familiar. The faraway man inside her began to shout. This time the steely fist never loosened its grip. Shadows gathered like bats in the steep hollows near her collarbone.
And how at night the bush crickets had sounded like creaking stars and amplified the
fear
A pair of damp dwarfs, numb with
fear,
waiting for the world to end.
It made the twins sick with
fear.
Ammu's tears made everything that had so far seemed unreal, real.
The Orangedrink Lemondrink Man could walk in any minute. Catch a Cochin-Kottayam bus and be there. And Ammu would offer him a cup of tea. Or Pineapple Squash perhaps. With ice. Yellow in a glass
Dread
DREAD
And finally, on that dreadful night, Estha who had decided that though it was dark and raining, the Time Had Come for them to run away,
because Ammu didn't want them anymore.
Screams died in them and floated belly up, like dead fish. Cowering on the floor, rocking between dread and disbelief, they realized that the man being beaten was Velutha. Where had he come from? What had he done? Why had the policemen brought him here?
Rahel watched her mother breathe. Each time she inhaled, the hollows near her collarbones grew steep and filled with shadows.
Of course," the Man said. "Ofcourseofcourse. Orangelemon?""Lemonorange?" Dreadful, dreaded question.
A slow dread built up inside her as she
began to make the obvious, logical and completely mistaken connections between the night's happenings and the missing children.
Anxiety/Anxious
Margaret Kochamma found herself looking forward to the Rumpled Porcupine's visits. Without anxiety, but with a sort of creeping affection.
She groped for them, and her anxious fingers came away with a film of oil. The pickle bottles stood in a pool of oil. There was oil everywhere.
Chacko, on his way to see Comrade K. N. M. Pillai, drifted past the bedroom window like an anxious, stealthy whale intending to peep in to see whether his wife (Ex-wife, Chacko!) and daughter were awake and needed anything.
After six unbearable months of anxiety, to Pappachi's intense disappointment he was told that his moth had finally been identified as a slightly unusual race of a well-known species that belonged to the tropical family Lymantriidae.
skidding on his heels, rigid with fear, applied his terrified lips to the ring on the Patriarch's middle finger, leaving it wet with spit.
Fear sank and settled at the bottom of the deep water. Sleeping a dog's sleep. Ready
to rise and murk things at a moment's notice.
Baby Kochamma
Ammu was still locked into her bedroom. Baby Kochamma had the keys. She called through the door to ask Ammu whether she had any idea where the children might be. She tried to keep the panic out of her voice, make it sound like a casual inquiry
Her old
fears
of the Revolution and the Marxist-Leninist menace had been rekindled by new television worries about the growing numbers of desperate and dispossessed people.
Fear
fermented in her and the spit in her mouth turned sour. The Inspector pushed a glass of water towards her.
Ammu
Estha
So once again, in the space of two weeks, bottled
Fear
for Estha.
Chacko
Perspiration trickled through Chacko's hair. He felt as though a company of ants was touring his scalp
And how at night the bush crickets had sounded like creaking stars and amplified the
fear
and gloom that hung over the Ayemenern House.
Rahel
On Rahel's heart Pappachi's moth snapped open its somber wings
Once it had had the power to evoke
fear
. To change lives. But now its teeth were drawn, it's spirit sent. It was just a slow, sludging green ribbon lawn that ferried fetid garbage to the sea.
In order to allay any
fears
his clients might have about his political leanings, he had altered his name slightl
Rahel
froze
. She was desperately sorry for what she had said. She didn’t know where those words had come from. She didn’t know that she’d had them in her. But they were out now, and wouldn’t go back in. They hung about that red staircase like clerks in a government office.
A cold moth with unusually dense dorsal tufts landed lightly on Rahel’s heart. Where its icy legs touched her, she got
goosebumps
. Six
goosebumps
on her careless heart. A little less her Ammu loved her
Impelled by feelings that were primal yet paradoxically wholly impersonal. Feelings of contempt born of inchoate, unacknowledged
fear
--civilization's
fear
of nature, men's fear of women, power's
fear
of powerlessness.
A pair of damp dwarfs, numb
with
fear
, waiting for the world to end.
Ammu said a grown-up's Hello to Margaret Kochamma and a children's Hell-oh to Sophie Mol. Rahel watched hawk-eyed to try and gauge how much Ammu loved Sophie Mol, but couldn't
He folded his
fear
into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair
Baby K Mother
the boy's mother perhaps, watched
fearfully
from the shadows. The boy struggled.
T
YPES OF FEAR
Velutha's father