I seem to have become an expert in going from active to silent mode on this blog without even sending a message to all my friends out there… I am really sorry about this 🙁
We have been in Mumbai for 2 months now and it has been 1 month since we started staying in an rented apartment on our own. I really have started to like this new place… so fast, so furious… and still so subtly similar to good old Mysore where I lived for some years.
We got internet last week and today is when I really pushed myself to write a post instead of contemplating about what really to write. My life has changed so drastically that I really am not sure about it anymore. From a working person to an housewife, the change is kind of difficult to accept but somehow it was a necessary choice. Aarya on his legs and moving around without brakes is another something that I am trying to digest LOL! I am not sure how he seems to get into the messes that he creates. It is funny and sometimes I feel angry too, but in the end it is good to tell tales about what he did to his Dad and our parents.
I have started a number of books but am not able to read them or I lose interest very fast. I used to have uninterrupted hours to read which I don’t get now and I am tired at the end of the day. I do sometimes yearn for a day of realxation, being alone, have enough reading time and nice cup of sweet tea, but I am not sure if I will enjoy that too LOL!
I know this is a confused stream of thoughts that I am putting across to you…but I do want to start on blogging again. And I am going to be around more often. I have found a nice library near my place 🙂 and I LOVE it there.
What are you guys reading? I am right now reading Arranged Marriage by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni. It is an OK book, something I picked because I wanted to desperately read something by this author 🙂
About the book –
Arranged Marriage, Chitra’s first collection of stories, focuses on women from India caught between two worlds. The characters are “both liberated and trapped by cultural changes,” struggling to carve out an identity of their own.
For the young girls and women brought to life in these stories, the possibility of change, of starting anew, is both as terrifying and filled with promise as the ocean that separates them from their homes in India. From the story of a young bride whose fairy-tale vision of California is shattered when her husband is murdered and she must face the future on her own, to a proud middle-aged divorced woman determined to succeed in San Francisco, Divakaruni’s award-winning poetry fuses here with prose for the first time to create eleven devastating portraits of women on the verge of an unforgettable transformation.
In one story, “Doors,” the character Preeti, after moving to the United States, has come to love the western idea of privacy. She faces a dilemma when her husband’s cousin wants to come live with them. She expresses her discontent with the situation, which shows her newfound decisiveness and her fight against her husband’s view of a traditional Indian wife. In another story, “Clothes,” the husband of the narrator, Sumita, dies and she is faced with the decision of staying in America or going back to India to live with her in-laws. Sumita calls widows who are serving their in-laws in India “doves with cutoff wings.” Divakaruni deals with a variety of issues in the book, including racism, interracial relationships, economic disparity, abortion, and divorce. She says that the stories are inspired by her imagination and the experiences of others.