Is this obscene?
The controversial passages from The God of Small Things that the magistrate has taken cognisance of:
Ammu, naked now, crouched over Velutha, her mouth
on his. He drew her hair around them like a tent. Like her
children did, when they wanted to exclude the outside
world. She slid further down, introducing herself to the
rest of him. His neck. His nipples. His chocolate stomach.
She sipped the last of the river from the hollow of his
navel. She pressed the heat of his erection against her
eyelids. She tasted him. She felt his belly tighten under
her, hard as a board. She felt her wetness slipping on his
skin. He took her nipple in his mouth and cradled her
other breast in his calloused palm. Velvet gloved in
sand paper.
Once he was inside her, fear was derailed and biology
took over. The cost of living climbed to an unaffordable
heights; though Baby Kochamma would say it was a
small price to pay.
She lay against him, their bodies slick with sweat. She felt
his body drop away from her. Her breath became more
regular. She saw his eyes clear. He stroked her hair, sensing
that the knot that had eased in him was still tight and
quivering in her. Gently, he turned her over on her back.
He wiped the sweat and grit from her with his wet cloth.
He lay over her, careful not to put his weight on her. Small
stones pressed into the skin of his forearms. He kissed her
eyes. Her ears. Her breasts. Her belly. Her seven silver stretch
marks from her twins. The line of down that led from her
navel to her dark triangle, that told him where she
wanted him to go. The inside of her legs, where skin was
softest. The carpenter's hands lifted her hips and an
untouchable tongue touched the inner-most part of her.
Drank long and deep from the bowl of her.
Kind Courtesy: The God Of Small Things by Arundhati Roy, India Ink, 1997.
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