A poignant take on the archaic custom of child widow segregation from society, this book resonates with depth and emotion. The book captures the spirit of Banaras in breathtaking details right from the gulkand to the paans.

The imagery is vivid, transporting the reader to the scenes with ease. The language flows alongside the narrative like a parallel support beam.

The story of Debi and Brinda is not just a friendship; it is growth via ageing in its most brutal and yet relatable form. The gradual erosion of innocence, the cementing of the bond that will carry them through life, the gradual realization of how life will henceforth unfold; are all elements that Mona has captured in emotive detail. Her language is simple and yet powerful enough to leave a lasting impression.

The book is littered with philosophical wisdom which clings to its storyline like the morning mist—lightly, soothingly, and delicately. The wisdom is not preachy. It is not shoved in the reader’s face. Instead, it is interpretative, and each reader takes away their own learning.

Mona brings out a facet of Banaras that is mostly ignored. And that’s what I loved most about this book.