This morning, when I got to work, my brother and I sat in the shade of the building for a little while. He was just soaking the breeze while I was smoking. It seems a little weird, but the weather here hasn't been this nice, cool and clement in a while. It was kind of a novelty.
I just finished reading The God of Small Things, by Arundhati Roy. It's... definitely left an impression on me. It's hard to explain. Even now, when I step outside, I'm always a little stunned that it's not hot and humid and that it doesn't smell like rivers and swamps.
Yesterday was a rough morning. It got a really, really rough start. I fought myself, hard, and I'm not sure who won. But there's a line, in the book, that kept coming back to me to haunt and terrify me:
"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."
It just kept spinning round and round in my head because I was so ungodly terrified of how I'd hurt him that I couldn't think of anything else. Ammu's words felt like law to me and it didn't feel like things could be any other way.
So this morning was... a welcome breath of fresh air, so to speak. Felt like something new. Now that i've finished that book, I can move onto other things, and keep making more beautiful jewellery.