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utton eyes. 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.
Despite not knowing any of this, why did Margaret
Kochamma blame Estha for what had happened to Sophie?
Perhaps she had a mother‟s instinct.
Three or four times, swimming up through thick layers of
druginduced sleep, she had actually sought Estha out and slapped
him until someone calmed her down and led her away. Later, she
wrote to Ammu to apologize. By the time the letter arrived, Estha
had been Returned and Ammu had had to pack her bags and leave.
Only Rahel remained in Ayemenem to accept, on Estha‟s behalf,
Margaret Kochamma‟s apology. I can‟t imagine what came over
me, she wrote. I can only put it down to the effect of the
tranquilizers. I had no right to behave the way I did, and want you
to know that I am ashamed and terribly, terribly sorry.
Strangely, the person that Margaret Kochamma never
thought about was Velutha. Of him she had no memory at all. Not
even what he looked like.
Perhaps this was because she never really knew him, nor
ever heard what happened to him.
The God of Loss.
The God of Small Things.
He left no footprints in sand, no ripples in water, no image in
mirrors.
After all, Margaret Kochamma wasn‟t with the platoon of
Touchable policemen when they crossed the swollen river. Their
wide khaki shorts rigid with starch.
The metallic clink of handcuffs in someone‟s heavy pocket.
It is unreasonable to expect a person to remember what she didn‟t
know had happened.
Sorrow, however, was still two weeks away on that blue
cross-stitch afternoon, as Margaret Kochamma lay jet-lagged and