Moyna and her family lead a peaceful life in a small village nestled beside the Sundarbans mangroves. She struggles to cope with the loss of her father.
The book is a tender, heartfelt story that beautifully reminds us that grief doesn’t erase joy.
Seshan masterfully portrays Mahee’s dealing with loss experience through the metaphor of a fishbowl – she can see the world around her, but everything appears distorted, muffled, distant.
Kunal, having lost his mother is struggling to come to terms with the loss. Not sure how to feel. Not having anyone close, he is bundled off to his aunt (Tara) he has never met, who teaches music in a residential school.
