It is an introduction to tribal life for the novices like me who have been gorging on our privileges quite unconsciously. Brutality knows no bounds when one is blinded by superstition. The story that tore my heart up was about a woman who was ostracized by her own sons as a “dahini” or a witch. It is a compilation of short stories and there are some brilliantly liberating short stories as well. Never miss real stories from India's women. This brings us to the heavier question – morality or survival? And no, let us not attempt answering that question unless we have been really hungry till our bones ache and we still have chosen moralitydespite death looming over our heads. The strange thing is, clearly everyone from the offended lot decided to ignore the hunger and desperation and chose to focus on the sex part of it. While we sit in our cemented houses and do not give a second thought before wasting that extra pakora off, this is a story of a woman who was hungry for quite a while, and decided to do what she has been told she does the best. The meaning of “survival” laid bare without any unnecessary sheens of tact. It was a story of trying to get two pakoras to feed a hungry stomach. Cried a few tears as well.īut you know what I found the strangest? This wasn’t really a story of one Santhal woman or even sex/porn. This was the story that irked all who were offended. Especially the story in question, “November is for Migration”. Yes, the book is disturbing in some places.
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