Anees Salim's book gives you a feeling of a centipede crawling through a rain drenched dirt path, where the overall progress for someone with a bird's eye view may be slow; nonetheless, the individual legs witness a lot of movement. Similarly, the book doesn't have its troughs or crescendos, but things keep on moving inside the hamsa family and its member's lives. The tragedies that keep routinely visiting the Hamsa Bungalow are internalized by the narrator who feels that despite his mother driving nails through the front door to ward off evil spirits, the bungalow has been designed to let its backdoors and windows be welcome entry points to tragedy. Soon enough, we have a young family member, Sophiya, dying, and his brother, the narrator, called Amar analyzing his family's reaction. Despite not being stellar in his academics, Amar manages to retain a penetrating and objective view of all that happens around him, and all his symapthies clothed as curiosities are reserved only for Javi, his long gone maternal uncle. Perhaps, his atheistic belief system leaves no one in the family sacred or above-suspicion to him. So, when he sees his mother shooing away kids from taking away fruits from the wax jambu tree that Sophiya had planted, he decides that his mother has overcome grief over Sophiya's death. He does not spare her when he goes on to tattle about his mother's alleged poisoning of his maternal grand-mother, the eponymous blind lady. He also pokes fun at the over-religiosity of his brother Akmal, who he subjects to his own little pranks, that deliver hilarious consequences. His sister Jasira turns out to be avaricious after marriage and also the focal point that intensifies the tragedies afflicting the Hamsa family; a feature that becomes obnoxious when she demands transfer of property rights to her name in lieu of money that her father asked for legal costs that may be incurred for Akmal's case, after Akmal goes absconding in the aftermath of a transistor bomb hoax after few days of Babri demolition. The narrator finds no moral compass in the little lies, greed and perfidies that he witnesses in his family slowly coming apart at the seams, and that perhaps explains his obsessions with Javi, who died at 26, on the day the narrator, Amar was born. Javi had left several books and two suicide notes behind, that Amar kept with him, until he finishes this book, a 'narration of his life of 26 years', before he also ends up committing suicide. Amar had no particular reason to, and neither does his narration betray any sense of morbidity except in one instance where he makes quite a deathly metaphor that seemed out of place. Amar did not carry any outwardly cynical attitude, but was witness to the slow whittling away of character and integrity in his family members and those around him. The unexpected suicide that lunges at you, at the very end, mirrors the inexplicable suicide of Javi, who, also did not reveal enough about the causes leading him to his desire to end his life, except a case of a freak incident that was explained as a case of mental illness. Perhaps, in being unable to decide as to how to lead his life with no moral compasses to guide him, he chooses to live and die in the same mould as Javi.