I have repeatedly seen this book tucking out of bags of women passengers in India, and have often wondered if this was a conscious choice or they randomly drew a parallel between Panchaali's journey to theirs.
As I sipped through, I noticed a dog, just skin and bones, sniffing around. It came nearer, and wagging its tail hard, stood looking at me.
Throughout the course of history, we have seen people getting jettisoned by the one's they trust the most. These kind of wounds seldom heal, even if life goes on!
A collection of 9 essays, this 150+ page book is a narrative journalism on coastal India, an overwhelming account of its fishing communities - always the first tribes to encounter and survive the influence of foreign traders and intruders.