A Storehouse Of Tales—Contemporary Indian Woman Writers
By Jehanara Wasi
Rs:195; Pages 200
NO crashingly epic storylines and starburst imagination. Instead, small quiet stories
of tentative yet deep observation, told as profoundly and as unpretentiously as only women
can. We who have seen life form and grow in our own bodies are outrageously prosaic. We
know that god doesnt roar, frighteningly far away. He and the creative imagination
that reaches for him, exists and breathes in everyday dramas and chores. A child falls in
love with a fig tree in Sukrita Paul Kumars tragic Fig Blossom,
yuppie discovers The Meaning of Life in Hardwar in Namita Gokhales satirical Omens,
and a little boy skips along to the outhouse of servants
in Shama Futehallys heartbreaking Janis Morning.
Eternity in a grain
of sand and splendour in the grass! In Madhu Kishwars Twenty or Twenty Five,
relationship between memsahib and maid becomes a glimpse into the urban economy. In Bulbul
Sharmas Anadis Journey,
the now fashionable discourse of exile is
made so much simpler and more tremulous in a longing for Bishtupur.
Perhaps the only fault here is one of production. If only the authors names had
accompanied the list of contents, if the chapters between fiction and non-fiction been
better organised and flagged and some attention paid to the theme and structure of the
stories. But its still good reading for long summer afternoons.