“What is this all about,’ asked Sai, but her mouth couldn’t address her ear in the tumult; her mind couldn’t talk to her heart. ‘Shame on myself,’ she said…Who was she…she with her self-importance, her demand for happiness, yelling it at fate, at the deaf heavens, screaming for her joy to be brought forth..?
How dare…How dare you not…
Why shouldn’t I have…How dare…I deserve…Her small greedy soul…Her tantrums and fits…Her mean tears…Her crying, enough for all the sadness in the world, was only for herself. Life wasn’t single in its purpose…or even its direction…The simplicity of what she’d been taught wouldn’t hold. Never again could she think there was but one narrative and that this narrative belonged only to herself, that she might create her own tiny happiness and live safely within it.”
– Kiran Desai, The inheritance of loss ( 2006 Man Booker Award)