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Here's your tea,' Devi was shaking him by the shoulder. The old man grunted and
took the cup from her hand. He must have fallen asleep again, for the sun was up
and half the morning was gone. In the distance he could hear his grandson, Ravi,
revving up his infernal water pump to irrigate, that's the word he used, his 'land'.
Suddenly he heard raised voices in the compound outside and followed them
with his ears till they were drowned in the drone of the machine which had, ...
Uncle Para inquired of Vijay when they had sat down to the tea and murukku that
Devi had set before them. 'Yes, grandfather. I've got to get back to work on
Monday. I am sorry, but the next time I come — ' 'Hmm, yes, next time. In that case
, you had better bring me up to date on what's happening in your part of the world
before you go to bed. And you, Yogi, had better tell me about what you young
fellows are up to in town.' 'There's not much to say, really,' Vijay began, but at the
end of ...
'Hello, what's going on?' he muttered and stood up from his chair. Vijay turned
round and saw an elderly man in a sarong and a policeman's jacket leaning his
bicycle against the mumnga tree. 'Ha, Arumugam, come, come,' welcomed Uncle
Para. 'You are just in time for some toddy.' Arumugam thanked the old man, but
refused the offer. This was not a social visit, he said, he was on business, and
pulled out his notebook. 'Where is Ravi?' he began and stopped as Devi
emerged from ...
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WHEN MEMORY DIESUser Review - Jane Doe - Kirkus
First published in Britain, a novel that movingly details how three generations of idealists try to find meaning and purpose as their country, Sri Lanka, becomes another killing field. The author ... Read full review