Hello world, I love Salman rushdie, especially his book, Midnight's
Children which is, of course the inspiration for this fic, One of my
favorite parts is when the midnights children are described, and one of the
descriptions i found most fascinating was that of the boy who could travel
through time.
If you have never read Rushdie, i strongly reccomend him, he is a great writer with a distinctive style and astounding imagination
One more thing, all characters are, of course Mr. Rushdie's and not mine, and although i do have some knowledge of India, it is far from the point where i can avoid all slipups, geographical or political/religeous, if i have offended anyone or made a severe mistake, i would be much obliged if you told me so at suckerplucker@hotmail.com
so... without further ado
~Parvati's Veil~
Midnight in Bengal was a time of night birds and street-lamps, in the thick days of summer, many people retired early, leaving the streets empty, the shops quiet, and everyone feeling like they were swimming throught the humid air. Ruki, as his friends called him felt the air pressing his lungs like a vulture sitting on his chest, and felt the children pressing like a blissful headache inside his head.
He had known he was different since he was about six. He had been playing in the schools courtyard with his class mates when one of them had pushed him to the ground, when he hit the packed earth he seemed to fall through it only to find himself standing next to the boy who had pushed him, the boys hands came up, but this time Ruki was aware of it and jumped to the side, sending the would be bully to the ground on the momentum of his own malice. Thoroughly scared by what had just happened, he left the others to their tag and wrestling and went to think about what had happened.
Ruki's familly was the kind of family that shares everything, not just a house or a bathroom or the occaisional "family time" but thoughts, ideas , yearnings, desires, Ruki's father worked in a government mental hospital and was determined that his children would not wind up there, thus the family psychoanalysis. Ruki, being the youngest and most obliging son of 3 was always the first to answer his father's probing questions and the last to question the usefullness if these sessions, hiding in his room, therefore, was regarded as an act of high treason by the group therapy loving father who immediately went to investigate.
"Ruki! What what are you doing in there?"
"Thinking father"
"What about??" his father was now not so much angry as interested, a good psychiatrist is allways wondering what his patients, and in this case his son are thinking
Ruki's family shared everything, privacy was pretty nonexistant in their house, rooms had hanging curtains for doors, Ruki being the pampered child had a room to himself, one with an expecially nice Burgundy curtain, This curtain was now swept aside as his father entered.
"What about?" he demanded, more urgent than before
"Dad" Ruki stammered with increasing resolve "bugger off"
~I know, I know, corny ending, hopefully will have a second chapter soon~
~A.N, i didnt have my copy of the book with me when i wrote this chapter so please excuse any slip-ups on details of the book~
If you have never read Rushdie, i strongly reccomend him, he is a great writer with a distinctive style and astounding imagination
One more thing, all characters are, of course Mr. Rushdie's and not mine, and although i do have some knowledge of India, it is far from the point where i can avoid all slipups, geographical or political/religeous, if i have offended anyone or made a severe mistake, i would be much obliged if you told me so at suckerplucker@hotmail.com
so... without further ado
~Parvati's Veil~
Midnight in Bengal was a time of night birds and street-lamps, in the thick days of summer, many people retired early, leaving the streets empty, the shops quiet, and everyone feeling like they were swimming throught the humid air. Ruki, as his friends called him felt the air pressing his lungs like a vulture sitting on his chest, and felt the children pressing like a blissful headache inside his head.
He had known he was different since he was about six. He had been playing in the schools courtyard with his class mates when one of them had pushed him to the ground, when he hit the packed earth he seemed to fall through it only to find himself standing next to the boy who had pushed him, the boys hands came up, but this time Ruki was aware of it and jumped to the side, sending the would be bully to the ground on the momentum of his own malice. Thoroughly scared by what had just happened, he left the others to their tag and wrestling and went to think about what had happened.
Ruki's familly was the kind of family that shares everything, not just a house or a bathroom or the occaisional "family time" but thoughts, ideas , yearnings, desires, Ruki's father worked in a government mental hospital and was determined that his children would not wind up there, thus the family psychoanalysis. Ruki, being the youngest and most obliging son of 3 was always the first to answer his father's probing questions and the last to question the usefullness if these sessions, hiding in his room, therefore, was regarded as an act of high treason by the group therapy loving father who immediately went to investigate.
"Ruki! What what are you doing in there?"
"Thinking father"
"What about??" his father was now not so much angry as interested, a good psychiatrist is allways wondering what his patients, and in this case his son are thinking
Ruki's family shared everything, privacy was pretty nonexistant in their house, rooms had hanging curtains for doors, Ruki being the pampered child had a room to himself, one with an expecially nice Burgundy curtain, This curtain was now swept aside as his father entered.
"What about?" he demanded, more urgent than before
"Dad" Ruki stammered with increasing resolve "bugger off"
~I know, I know, corny ending, hopefully will have a second chapter soon~
~A.N, i didnt have my copy of the book with me when i wrote this chapter so please excuse any slip-ups on details of the book~