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The Vine of desire..
Thoughts hover and settle down on my head like dust blown in from the windows during tough storms. Desires... they are truly like Vines and creepers.. they grow on you.. finding nooks and crannies even if you shut the doors of your heart on them. They don't care whether you pay heed at the moment.. they'll surface when you least expect them to. breaking hearts, homes, even heads. DESIRES.
Quoting few lines from the book.. "I want my daughter to be loved by Sunil and Anju. I want her for myself alone. I want to help Anju get back to her old, strong self. I want Lupe to find me a job so i can escape this apartment. the river of my life is speeding toward an abyss. What shall i do? I want an existence iridescent as nail polish. i want sleep. I want to bite into the apple of America. I want to swim to India, to the parrot-green smells of childhood. I want a mother's arms to weep in. I want my weather-vane mind to stop its manic spinning. I want Sunil."
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