Nov 29, 2006 0
careful, yaar
this is an excerpt from rohinton mistry’s a fine balance. i post it out of a sense of bewilderment …
What she disliked most was Ishvar’s morning ritual of plunging his fingers down his throat to retch. The procedure was accompanied by a primal yowling, something she had often heard emanating from other flats, but never at such close quarters. It made her skin crawl.
“Goodness, you frightened me,” she said when the series of yips and yelps rang out.
He smiled. “Very good for the stomach. Gets rid of the stale, excess bile.”
“Careful, yaar,” said Om, siding with Dina. “Sounds like your liver is coming out with the bile.” He had never approved of his uncle’s practice; Ishvar tried to teach him its therapeutic effects and had given up, faced with a lack of cooperation.
googling this book gives oprah’s book club as the first hit. had i known this was a recommendation from oprah’s book club, i wouldn’t have decided to read it.
