I wish this book never came to an end. The island, and its very few inhabitants mesmerised me. The river, "it was a good river, deep and strong, beginning in the mountains and ending in the sea" was part of the island. And there was a tree. It was the only tree there, the fifty years old peepul tree, that had sprung up to give shade snd shelter to the small family of Sita, her grandparents, their three goats and few hens. Fighting for the basic necessities and fighting against the odds of the nature is perhaps the essence of the book, but the thing that kept me attatched to the book, or rather made me a part of the island, was its aloofness; its being away from the crowd and noise and modernity. It's the bare nature, the nature in its very pure form. I always yearn for this kind of silence and serenity, where you are living with nature. With minimum of needs, and your attention is only towards present, keeping you fed and doing your daily chores. Future remains future; you are not worried about that. You don't need to go to school (this is the most important one for me 😂😂😂😂). Some might say it is an impractical thinking. But the beauty of the island made me think so. It always makes me think so. Ruskin Bond's stories make me think so. I feel delighted in flute sounds. I feel delighted when Binya of 'The Blue Umbrella' keeps running after her cattle, and she is the most satisfied girl, of this world, with a blue umbrella in her hands. I feel delighted when Sita, of this story, wants to share secrets, 'though there were no special secrets in her life, she made up a few, because it was fun to have them.' I feel delighted when Sita shares her secrets with her rag doll Mumta. That's the reason I liked this kind of life, the life away from noises and crowds of towns and cities.
On the surface, the story seems to be of flooding of the island and its nearby villages, and how some people survived this flood. But deeply, it tells the struggle of people residing in these kind of areas where the bare necessities of life are hard to earn, and present challenges to keep life moving. And it tells the courage of these people, who always start afresh despite all these extreme natural calamities.
Story also shows, how impertinent nature can be. As Sita said, "Sometimes the river is angry, and sometimes it is kind." And quoting Kishan, "We are part of the river. We cannot live without it." This is the spirit of these people with minimal necessities. They accept their surroundings and never give up.
Sita's struggle in keeping herself alive during floods, and keeping her spirits up is a thing to cherish. She felt cheerful in the presence of a crow, when nobody was there to accompany her in this most difficult time of her life. 'Better to have a crow for company than no one at all.'
A beautiful turn of events presented the character of Kishan, the one who 'looked blue in the moon-light, the colour of the young god Krishna.' He came as a saviour. Sita felt safe in his company because 'he was different, in a way she couldn't explain to herself....'
Amidst the horrors of the flood, Kishan is playing flute, Sita is sleeping in a boat and dreaming of god and a white bird, wild animals are running close to them but not hurting them, they are savouring mangoes, 'the nectar of the gods!' What a bliss! Only Ruskin Bond can write this beautiful piece of nature. I love this book.