Pouring out Red Label tea from the pack into the Tupperware jar, I watched the fine brown-white dust rise up. I sneezed as it hit my nostrils. But that is not the story.
I have just finished reading Chandrahas Choudhury’s fabulous Arzee the Dwarf. As I sneezed, I thought of the “mist rising like that seen when sugar is poured into jars”.
So I stood in the kitchen trying (again) to think why I have not read i so far. And why a friend had to give me her author-signed copy of Arzee, insisting that I read it. (thanks, S! I am glad I read it finally).
Actually, I know. The cover. I remember a review that described the cover design as mesmerizing. Me, I was not mesmerized. I was put off. What is it all about anyway – that sickly green, that goat looming large, that handless cigarette and all the rest of it?
Anyway. All that stuff about never judge a book by its cover or by its movie? True.