Rohinton Mistry tackles the shocking reality of class systems in India in such a sensitive book, A Fine Balance.
Little by little, he welcomed me into the lives of a few people. I became fond of them. They became my friends, I rooted for them. And then, one slow anecdote at a time, I became aware of their lives getting smaller and smaller with each painful humiliation inflicted upon their souls. Upon their bodies. I became aware of their lives becoming richer and richer, and harder and harder with every turn of the page. And my heart wept as my eyes took in their stories.
These courageous ones, they fought, they cried, they stood firm. These marvelous ones, they accepted, they gave up, they adapted. They lived.
And while they were busy living, or barely surviving, and sometimes just existing, one of them simply said,
“You know, Maneck, the human face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no room for crying.”
I looked intently in the mirror today. I am choosing life, and I am telling my face. Because I will not live above my face.
Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp
#672 A shy little boy letting me hug him
#673 The joy of seeking Him
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