The God of Small Things

“He doesn’t look it, but he was surprisingly sweet with Estha,” Ammu said.
“So why don’t you marry him then?” Rahel said petulantly.

Time stopped on the red staircase. Estha stopped. Baby Kochamma stopped.

“Rahel,” Ammu said.

Rahel froze. She was desperately sorry for what she had told her mother. 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. Some stood, some sat and shivered their legs.

“Rahel,” Ammu said, “do you realize what you have just done?”

Frightened eyes and a fountain looked at Ammu.

“It’s all right. Don’t be scared,” Ammu said. “Just answer me. Do you?”
“What?” Rahel said in the smallest voice she had.
“Realize what you have just done?” Ammu said.

Frightened eyes and a fountain looked back at Ammu.

“D’you know what happens when you hurt people?” Ammu said. “When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”