Travel the world with books






Being locked up during a pandemic can be really frustrating. And I chose books as an escape. Books make me free and give me wings. So I have decided to take you on a journey in the land of books. We will visit various countries and explore them with our imaginations.

  1. And the mountains echoed : Afghanistan

๐‘ต๐’‚๐’Ž๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‚๐’–๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’“ : ๐‘ฒ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’†๐’… ๐‘ฏ๐’–๐’”๐’”๐’†๐’Š๐’๐’Š

๐‘ฎ๐’†๐’๐’“๐’† : ๐‘ญ๐’Š๐’„๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’

๐‘น๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ: โญโญโญโญ

๐€๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค:

The book revolves around the relationship of a brother and a sister; Abdullah and Pari, their tragic separation and how the universe conspires them to meet at last. Along with them, the book also pinpoints various characters entangled loosely with them. 

๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„ :

 One thing that I loved about the book is , every character has a story of their own;their struggles which makes the book more interesting.

Abdullah,being a child himself, was  more a mother to his sister Pari . When Pari was adopted by Wahadatis, he was devastated yet he accepted his fate. This made me realise to accept the situation no matter how hard it may be.

His father Saboor, step mother Parwana and all the other characters have their own stories of guilts and burdens ,which are equally tragic and heart touching in the single book. So that's a plus point.

Along with the storyline, the authors play and trick people with the history of Afghanistan , freedom struggle , and hardships during those times. When the story takes a leap, the scenario of the country after freedom is vividly shown.

The book is bombarded with agony , emotions, love and  struggle in every corner. Storytelling is on point and keeps the reader glued. The language is simple ; anyone can read it. All in all, Husseini and his writings do wonders.

  1. Undertow: Assam

Set in Guwahati, 'Undertow'  is a tragic tale of love, loss , guilt , fragmented families  and everything that comes into existence in between.The story highlights conservational beliefs -that -still -exists -in- the - society and the rifle that it creates ; scarring them for lives.

Loya, the daughter of Rukmini (assamese) and Alex (read: different religion let alone caste) ; out of nowhere, ends up at the door of the Yellow house; a house that abandoned her mother years ago. She finally meets the sole member of the house, Mr. Torun Goswami; battling guilt and his ego in the last days of his life.

On the other side, Loya seeks to find answers to the atrocities committed by her grandparents on the mother daughter duo; the only way to vanish or atleast satisfy her long suppressed anger.Her perseverance and adamant nature eventually gave a tough time to Arun's long buried grief and guilt and everything was tailing towards rightfulness when an unexpected incident broke out. Will Arun forgive Rukmini? Will they overcome their conservative beliefs ? 

The book vividly portrays the beauty of my evergreen Assam; the hills and its people, the majestic Brahmaputra and every landscape mentioned in the book that still exists today. The mention of Jhal muri, Masor tenga and assamese cuisine made me instantly crave for it. And how can I forget the pumped up pride one feels with the mention of 'jOi aai axom'. Ah, what a bliss this book was๐Ÿ’•

Along with the amazing story, and all the assamese references ; the brilliancy of author's writing is just the cherry on the cake

  1. Americanah : Nigeria

๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–ฝ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐—‚๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–ญ๐—‚๐—€๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐–บ , ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—‹ ๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‡๐–พ๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—Œ -๐– ๐—†๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐–ผ๐–บ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ค๐—‡๐—€๐—…๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ . ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—’ ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‰๐–บ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—Œ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—’๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐—‚๐—๐—’ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–บ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—…๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐–บ๐—… ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—†, ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—๐—’ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ. 

๐–จ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—…๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ฎ๐–ป๐—‚๐—‡๐—“๐–พ , ๐–บ๐—…๐—๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—†๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–บ ๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ถ๐–พ๐—Œ๐— . ๐–ก๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—€๐–พ๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—‹ ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—†๐—Œ ,๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—’.๐–ฃ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‰๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐– ๐–ผ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—†๐—‚๐–ผ๐—Œ, ๐–จ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—…๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—Ž๐—€๐—€๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ "๐–บ ๐–ป๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„" ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‚๐—€๐—‡ ๐—…๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐–ฎ๐–ป๐—‚๐—‡๐—“๐–พ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡ "๐–พ๐—†๐—†๐—‚๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐—" , ๐—Š๐—Ž๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—’ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹๐—€๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—‚๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡.

๐–จ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–จ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—…๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐—‰๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ, ๐–ป๐—…๐—ˆ๐—€๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐— ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—…๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—† ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—Ž๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—‰๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—. 

  1. Pachinko- korea

Imagine growing up in a country battling poverty, colonisation and war. Where peace and integrity are mere words. Fear gripped in every breath you take. Lost in a place with a compass with no proper direction, screaming your lungs out to be free.

Every step you take is uncertain. Your family can be killed any minute just because you belong to a particular community. 

You stand there watching your house turn into ashes. Your heart oozes out pain until you can no longer breath.

Maybe that's how Sunja felt . Her lover ditched her when she was pregnant. And this changed her life. Later she was married to Isak and moved to Japan where her life  took a turn for the worse. The book talks about various issues korean immigrants faced in Japan, sheer racism and struggle to make a living. The struggle for basic needs left a scar in my heart making me want to wipe out their identity and mark them as japanese but i could not. Noah tried. He ran away, took a japanese name,married a japanese woman but failed. His suicide made me weep and it took me two days to pen this. My hands are trembling. I wish I could change the story , make everything right,and bring Noah and Isak back. But I know I can't. Because Isak lied deep in the ground watching Sunja fight patiently until the end.

It is a multi generation family saga but Sunja , Isak and Noah have to be my favourite. The writing is slow paced but never makes you bored.

  1. Home fire- britain

๐™‰๐™–๐™ข๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™  : ๐—›๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ 

๐—”๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ : ๐—ž๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฎ ๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—บ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฒ 

๐‘๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  :โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜….โ˜†

๐™€๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฎ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™š๐™ก๐™จ๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™ก๐™š๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™–๐™ง๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™, ๐™—๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™™๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ๐™. ๐˜ฟ๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ง๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐Ÿ’ฅ

Home  fire is the story of a british muslim family with pakistani origin. The book is about Isma, Aneeka and parvaiz- who were orphaned by the death of their mother, grandmother and abandoned jihadi father. The book portrays their life , the shame and fear that they grow up with. But one decision by Parvaiz, and everything around them changes. Their lives take a toil and eventually everything falls apart. 

The book is divided into five parts depicting the character's individual point of view. The book is so well penned and the story telling keeps you hooked to the end. I loved Isma , so self sacrificing and calm . The sacrifices to be 'a mother ' to her twins. But keeping her as a supporting role made me angry. She deserved more. She deserved everything....

The book talks about pain. Humiliation and sacrifices. A tragedy that never ends. A feeling of loss. Loss of siblings you brought up as your own child. Warmth of a family without parents but still complete. I completed the book a few hours ago and how I am feeling cannot be put into words. So poignant and devastating.

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