THE GIRL WITH QUESTIONING EYES

Babli, sixth in the line of nine siblings, is carrying dried cowpats - fuel she has to deliver to her father, who runs a wayside dhaba. On her way she is overtaken by a well-dressed college teacher who asks: Is my bindi properly centred? yes, gasps the child, aghast at being noticed by such a grand lady. The encounter seems inconsequential, but it lodges deep in bablis mind. When the novel ends, many years later, babli understands how much this image - of a labouring child bewildered at being addressed by an educated woman - has driven the twists and turns of her life. The world of bablis family is the distillation of small-town India. Through her we live among farmers and markets, lawyers and louts, casual romances and dying marriages, drunk men and resilient women, festivities and superstitions and the changing colours of an evening sky. The dust that hangs over everything is the pressure to marry, settle down and reproduce a world along lines dictated for centuries by men, siblings, family, neighbours. Does babli have what it takes to withstand all that she sees so clearly through her questioning eyes? As we learn the answer to that question, it becomes apparent that no-one has observed the everyday variety and atmospheric essence of small-town India as empathetically and poignantly as this narrator. The spiritedness and unmonumentality of bablis world, its human warmth and gentle liveliness, subsume the grime and poverty of her surroundings. This novel understands the soul of middle India like no other and shows it to us Delicately and powerfully.