The beauty of this book lies in its simplicity. The author picks up a topic very close to reality…. the rich-poor divide and weaves a captivating tale around it while narrating the story about the beautiful relationship between an upper middle-class Parsi home-maker Sera and her domestic help of 20+ years Bhima– a relationship which does not need words to understand each other.
Sera, who was blessed enough to marry the man she loved [Feroz]but was not blessed as much to lead a happy and peaceful life with him, devotes her life to her daughter Dinaz and son-in-law Viraf, who have moved in with her after Fero has passed on. She is extremely happy to see the wonderful bond of friendship and love blossoming between them and is thankful for the only good thing that her marriage produced, the only other plus point being her loving FIL Freddy.
Bhima thinks she leads a cursed life, with all her loved ones either having moved away from her or having bid good-bye from the world and sacrifices everything to bring up her grand-daughter Maya who is now going to college, sponsored by Sera.
Dinaz and Viraf are expecting their first child; and so is 17-yr old Maya, out of wedlock. The emotional turmoil that Bhima goes through – torn between love and concern for her beloved grand-child and anger and hidden fear about her future, is very well brought out by Thrity! This crisis will test the ties of time and their true loyalties. Will Sera and Bhima still support each other in these adverse situations? Will Bhima’s dream of giving Maya a life out of the slums, in her own house with a loving husband and a little one running around come true? Will the line between the rich and the poor vanish into thin air or grow thicker under the cover of critical situations?
The best thing about the book is the way the characters are developed. They are all from a familiar world and go through daily lives just like what we see and live. The other things I loved about the book were the wonderful bond between the father-in-law and the daughter-in-law and an inexplicable, subtle relationship that Bhima shares with a balloon seller from Afghanistan, which somehow reminded me again and again of Kabuliwala 🙂
If any of u hv read the book, did u feel that she uses a few words and phrases too many times … ‘despite herself’ being one of them 😛 😛