The God of Small Things - A diary of Baby Kochamma

I was the only civilized person the day Sophie Mol came. Everybody else behaved so poorly, even though we were greeting an English mother and child. We were surrounded by a sweeper class mob trying to get a better view of the airplane, as if they had never seen one. There were children running around, and people who actually camped at the airport over night without a shower. That woman with the child was especially …

…himself well other than that. He was better, atleast, than Ammu and her children. But Margaret and Sophie Mol are different. Sophie Mol has a noble stature, and is taller than Esthappen. Her beautiful sepia hair flows from under her hat and her skin is light like the sand on a beach. Margaret has beautiful eyes of a woman in mourning, and talks in an extremely polite manner. If only everybody could act like them.