Saturday, 24 January 2015

sleeping in that cradle of birth

Cherishing the sight of happy souls,
One soul finds a companion breaking walls.
It reaches out to meet the eyes,
True eyes of course like the door-leaves,
Happy souls come forth as blighted ones-
Infected with struggle and laughter of pain,
Both blended, and the soul is baffled a while.
It now makes sense that things are different,
Body and mind are two but one-
And, self and heart are one but two-
Content, the soul retires to its proper incunabula,
Hibernating and waiting to be awoken again.

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just finished reading

The Forest of EnchantmentsThe Forest of Enchantments by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

"The Forest of Enchantments" is a beautiful attempt at narrating the 'Sitayan'. Divakaruni has a way to keep her readers engaged through the text effortlessly. This story provides a soothing insight into what Sita went through as a woman, as a possible daughter of a rakshasa, as a royal wife, and as a loyal wife! The story appears well-researched, and there is a beautiful blend of imagination, and creative and fluid writing. However, it didn't match up majestically to Divakaruni's "The Palace of Illusions"; the present story expressed a kind of hurried-ness, some chapters, or some incidents could have been more engaging if elaborated, but there was some kind of a rush to finish writing the story, and it was evident.

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