My stomach heaves
with an unidentifiable ache,
It isn’t hunger.
I shut the menu-bearing screen.

My stomach heaves
with an unidentifiable ache,
It isn’t hunger.
I shut the menu-bearing screen.
A captivating read, written with deep compassion and in a style that holds your attention with its narrative simplicity and regional touches. Never did I feel that the author was simply berating those who inflicted immense suffering upon her people; at every juncture I felt her heart upon the pages, forgiving, loving and understanding of that which compels one to rage, followed by an understanding of what drives man to destroy- to want to own and crush in spite of oneself.
{PAGES 312 (APRIL, 2021) PUBLISHER – AMARYLLIS}
When someone dies and hasn’t quite left, it does make you wonder about the relationship shared with the living; how profound a tie was it that Kamla and Nihar shared? Why does she continue to sense him, see him and allow him to haunt her (were permission be sought) Her nightmares are vivid and seep into her waking hours.
Manral makes you believe it all, and as you near the close of the story, you discover the whys and wherefores of it all, as spiritual as it is. Bravo!
A multi-layered novel with many unexpected trysts with destiny; a story of choices in my mind, those you may or may not undo. You are repeatedly given opportunities to look at your reflection, and decide what it should look like. You’re the one who has to choose, only you.
The narrative has you travelling, even so, in Japan of course, with cultural innuendos that add much flavor to the telling. The country, vibrant and alive leaves a trail of Japanese-ness in you. Â
Klara is not just intelligent and insightful, she is also noble, which gives rise to the thought that perhaps we undermine those we consider robotic; we humans tend to disregard those very folk who display emotions with difficulty.
Perhaps it is an error to deem them less sensitive?
There is a freshness to her writing; a simplicity in it that belies the depth of what the story carries in its womb- the profound pain and the undying will to live on with it, as second skin.