Name: Goat Days
ISBN: 9780143416333

Benyāmin

Joseph Koyippally

Winner of the Kerala Literary Academy Award in 2009.

Goat Days

Finished this after taking many breaks because I got depressed very quickly. Pretty good. I loved the protagonists way of looking at the world. Thanks to 

 for the copy you are awesome lmk when you want it back lolz

mahek 

Finished this after taking many breaks because I got depressed very quickly. Pretty good. I loved the protagonists way of looking at the world. Thanks to @afshinabdullahthe3rd for the copy you are awesome lmk when you want it back lolz

"Shuf... shuf...' the arbab prompted me to look through it. I was curious. I was holding a pair of binoculars for the first time in my life. I looked through its twin lenses. Oh, how clear everything looksi I marvelled. Objects that were kilometres away appeared so near, so clear. Even the marks on the goats were plainly visible. I looked all around. I was happy. 'Shuf?' the arbab asked. I nodded in agreement. He grabbed it from me and took it inside the tent.

Then he lifted up the pillow and drew out a double-barrelled gun. He walked out and aimed at the sky. A bird was flying high up. He aimed at it and fired a shot. Bingo. The bullet hit the bird and it fell. The arbab smirked at me. I was petrified.

and just like that, a bird, the very symbol of freedom, of independence, of a less known privilege, is squashed. Never to witness another breath again.

Everything in this book, describes what a person is capable of doing, given the unwavering faith of their own will, sometimes if not most of the time, masked as a higher power. Sigh. How we always find the grass greener on the other side.

diya

"Shuf... shuf...' the arbab prompted me to look through it. I was curious. I was holding a pair of binoculars for the first time in my life. I looked through its twin lenses. Oh, how clear everything looksi I marvelled. Objects that were kilometres away appeared so near, so clear. Even the marks on the goats were plainly visible. I looked all around. I was happy. 'Shuf?' the arbab asked. I nodded in agreement. He grabbed it from me and took it inside the tent.

Then he lifted up the pillow and drew out a double-barrelled gun. He walked out and aimed at the sky. A bird was flying high up. He aimed at it and fired a shot. Bingo. The bullet hit the bird and it fell. The arbab smirked at me. I was petrified.

'Shuf,' the arbab repeated.

I nodded."

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and just like that, a bird, the very symbol of freedom, of independence, of a less known privilege, is squashed. Never to witness another breath again.

Everything in this book, describes what a person is capable of doing, given the unwavering faith of their own will, sometimes if not most of the time, masked as a higher power. Sigh. How we always find the grass greener on the other side.

Goat Days

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