If I were to make one book a mandatory read today, it would be Zen by Shabnam Minwalla. It ticks all boxes - there is history, there are these women with strengths beyond their times, there are things that have not changed despite the passing and changing of time and there is the kind of romance that gives you butterflies in your stomach when you thought you had none.
I am not a seeker of romance in books. When my classmates were swooning over Mills and Boons, I was reading murder mysteries. In fact there was a phase when I grew allergic to romances because the idea of a damsel in distress and a tall dark handsome hero who had all the answers gave me a migraine. Then my editor and friend opened my world to Georgette Heyer. And her books opened the world of possibilities along with a longing for something like that set in a context I could relate to. But again, just romance is just not enough, there has to be more. Yep, I am greedy like that. Zen is that book. That one book which has a sweet fragrance of a romance that will make you smile through your day, the disturbing strokes of reality, the stark truths stated plainly , and the torn mind of people caught between opposing points of view pulling them apart.
The story is of two Zainabs - one in 1935, waking up to the independence movement, resentful of the restrictions put on her yet very aware of the destiny that awaited here. She was soon to be married to someone she knew nothing about. The other Zainab is in 2019, invariably getting drawn in to heated debates about the current scenario that was unfolding. She was not even sure if she wanted to be a part of it all. Both Zainabs were getting sucked into the history as it was being made, the freedom struggle at two different times that one simply could not not be a part of. Both Zainabs are surrounded by people that we meet everyday, in places that we know. Shabnam has beautifully captured the essence of Mumbai - some that has remained the same despite nearly 90 years having passed, and some that got covered in the dust of time.
Shabnam does not mince her words. When the characters speak, some of the things that you hear them say are words you have heard in discussions that got too heated or too uncomfortable. The words hold a mirror to us, show us what we had set out to become years back when we were fighting for our freedom and what we have become when we let hatred rule our mind.
I have mentioned in the past that I suck at writing balanced reviews. I know only two modes- silence, if I do not like a book much and a fangirl. So do not expect a critique from me, I am here to fangirl about Zen, the times it captures, the characters, the plot, the twists, the parallel stories and most of all, all the women. There is so much more I want to tell you all but I can not because I want you to discover the nuances as you travel between the times. I promise you, that you will return to the inside of the cover after every few pages, pause to listen to the song that you had probably heard decades back, and rush to read back a few pages once you finish it. One of the most fun bit were the openings of each chapter in the form of lyrics from songs, verses from books - each relevant to what was about to unfold. Somewhere on Spotify there is also a playlist of all the songs that now is a part of my drive to work. You will search for it once you are done with the book, I promise.