Will you ever visualise the essence of drizzle on your face, when it’s actually not even raining? And then that’s a surprise altogether! The author, with a wry yet dedicated style of language, keeps the reader, quite fatally, captivated as she motions through the characters. I wasn’t disappointed with the fact that the author did mention the intricacies of the emotions, which are least comprehensible in the beginning of the book. But then you finally do find yourself, end up applauding her, for the detailed mention, since later, few things did reach their own meanings.
I was stunned and ecstatic to feel the warmth and volatility in the dynamics of the Bengali culture that she elaborated in here, every now and then, with the zamindars taking pride in their daughters’ marriage to another zamindar family, from “pujo and phool” to huge ceremonious celebrations on bearing a baby boy, scornful designations to “granddaughters” and to all the customised random behavioural restrictions that women had in old West Bengal, and then how it DID dissociate with time, but the curse… sadly never.
I could laterally deviate from the on and off mention of the “curse” in the book to a more prevailing idea of, flexible superiority of a positive vibe that mingles in and about. And then you have the book’s narrator, the third generation in the “family possessed with curse”, featuring the long lost conclusions related to the “curse” followed by eventual circumstantial liberation at the end of the story.
The book takes you on an optimistic journey and doesn’t keep you bereft of any details. It particularly emphasises on broken relationships with a huge amount of prejudice and pride that, owing to the “silver spoon” society of the then West Bengal, accentuate itself as the ultimate cause of the so-called curse… even today! But then, you don’t get happy ending everywhere.
Overall Rating: 4/5
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Will you ever visualise the essence of drizzle on your face, when it’s actually not even raining? And then that’s a surprise altogether! The author, with a wry yet dedicated style of language, keeps the reader, quite fatally, captivated as she motions through the characters. I wasn’t disappointed with the fact that the author did mention the intricacies of the emotions, which are least comprehensible in the beginning of the book. But then you finally do find yourself, end up applauding her, for the detailed mention, since later, few things did reach their own meanings.
I was stunned and ecstatic to feel the warmth and volatility in the dynamics of the Bengali culture that she elaborated in here, every now and then, with the zamindars taking pride in their daughters’ marriage to another zamindar family, from “pujo and phool” to huge ceremonious celebrations on bearing a baby boy, scornful designations to “granddaughters” and to all the customised random behavioural restrictions that women had in old West Bengal, and then how it DID dissociate with time, but the curse… sadly never.
I could laterally deviate from the on and off mention of the “curse” in the book to a more prevailing idea of, flexible superiority of a positive vibe that mingles in and about. And then you have the book’s narrator, the third generation in the “family possessed with curse”, featuring the long lost conclusions related to the “curse” followed by eventual circumstantial liberation at the end of the story.
The book takes you on an optimistic journey and doesn’t keep you bereft of any details. It particularly emphasises on broken relationships with a huge amount of prejudice and pride that, owing to the “silver spoon” society of the then West Bengal, accentuate itself as the ultimate cause of the so-called curse… even today! But then, you don’t get happy ending everywhere.
Overall Rating: 4/5
You may buy the book from Flipkart here: