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When I began to read Behind the Beautiful Forevers, I thought to read a book about people who were different from me, whose circumstances were so far removed that I might mentally struggle to put myself into their emotional space.
Then I discovered that the slum of India is the same as the realm in which I function. There is nothing much different between us. I live in a white-sided house in a presumably more progressive country, yet the stench of discontentment is appallingly similar to that in the open swamp where people live in plastic-bottle huts.
Even here, parents excuse and protect their children from hard work.
Grown men break their mother's hearts.
The disillusioned seek to spread their bitterness.
We are not so different.
Even here--maybe even especially here--surrounded by the dissenters, the complainers, the liars and the abandoned...it can be blisteringly hard to be good.
*Major soul-searching ahead.
"If the house is crooked and crumbling, and the land on which it sits is uneven,
is possible to make anything lie straight?" -- Katherine Boo