This book was on my shelf for a good seven years, until a week back when I picked it up for my quarantine read. The plot/story line caught my eye, given how the Kashmiri-Pandit exodus of 1990s marked a decisive period in Indian politics. I hoped for a gripping personal yet political read, combining fiction in the backdrop of real events. However, I was slightly disappointed.
The author, himself an internally displaced migrant, covers certain aspects of Kashmir beautifully. The description of the picturesque valley, along with the aroma of traditional kehwa and lavasas places you in the heart of Kashmir. I was immensely fascinated by the description of Kashmir's native lifestyle and food habits, which brought me closer to the place. Further, it makes you travel to certain places with the protagonist, helping you take a journey of your own. These aspects helped me keep the pages turning.
However, there's a certain turbulence when it comes to the flow of this book. It keeps abruptly changing track, to the point of incoherence in certain spaces. These aspects dissuaded me from continuing the book, but I eventually did complete it. By the end of it, I did feel a personal intimacy with the Kashmiri Pandits and the idea of their brutal migration made me shudder in certain spaces. That, I believe, is the biggest takeaway from this book. It lets you become a part of their life and compels you to identify with the Pandits, their joys and pain.
Favourite Quotes
1. It is the land they want, not our hearts
2. Music drowns depression, and when it does so, it can unite you with the divine
3. For the migrants, tomorrow brings no hope, and today is a burden weighing heavy on their souls. There is nothing to look forward to.
4. We must remain mad, in order to be sane.