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 disgusting. Who in the right mind would make her child pee into a bottle in front of everybody else? I could almost smell a paravan in her! The child, meanwhile waved his hand a…