One day Prabir’s flute breaks in an accident. He builds himself a new flute with a stalk of bamboo cut from a clump growing in the junkyard. But many days later, when he plays the flute at a wedding, the flute makes sad, wailing sounds!
The story revolves around a pair of heirloom earrings that were accidentally slipped off into Nooni’s backpack at the airport in Bangalore.
What begins as a normal visit to a temple quickly turns into a thrilling journey when Keshav discovers that the forest near him is actually a gateway to another world.
The story opens by introducing the residents of Banian Tree Avenue, a quaint and quiet neighbourhood in Chennai, lined with leafy trees on both sides. When Kannalmozhi and her mother move in, they become the first to set up a fruit stall on the street. Soon, other vendors follow.
Though this book is technically a series of eleven essays, wholeheartedly written to show you the reality of being a woman, it is also strangely immersive in its raw honesty. It makes you stare down the thoughts that go unsaid, though the view of a young girl raised in a small, Indian town.
Set in the quaint heritage city of Mysore and loosely based on true events, the story traces the journey of Rukmini aunty, an unassuming elderly lady – Rukmini, who is spurred into creating an action group to preserve RK Narayan’s heritage house in Mysore.
