By Nilanjana Haldar
When I began reading the book and had completed the initial 1/10th, it wasn’t just my eyes, but also my arms, skin, and breath that had been alerted to be prepared to absorb the series of emotionally-charged scenes that the situations obviously demanded.
But I sensed something else—-a rapt desire to go with it, willing courage through every page turn because every single page seemed to breathe nothing but the truth. This truth is brought to us by newspapers and feminine history time and again. However, such data is not remotely close to the glares of cruelty that gleam at poor unwanted girls, especially in communities where bathing disgrace on women and girls is a usual way to be. So, the book doesn’t speak of justice when such a thing never really exists here. Instead, the book engrosses on the only kind of empire at the time, one built to disgrace females, nourishing the helplessness of females that enter it. So from the very beginning of childhood till death, the disgrace of females is considered the ultimate norm for them. The book grants every molecule of your being the essence of such an empire in rural India (Southern India here). The location is a depiction of the standards of hatred against females that India has long chosen to cherish, and, in parts, does even today—- patriarchy, desiring the male child, dowry, cruelty (of any kind) towards wife, forced marriages, etc.
Should you be repulsed by such a book? Absolutely not. If you ask me, I will encourage every adult out there to read it. Why, you may ask? Because even if you hail from comfort, a life well-lived entails that you know the unbendable nature of some women who are manhandled in every way possible, with skins burnt by in-laws, fingers amputated for trade, and their bodies inhabited by men after men after men.
What the book beautifully grants its readers, most of whom invariably connect with it is gratitude. The book enriches you with loving everything you own. Why? Because as you read the book, it will haunt you seeing two female slaves of disgrace hunger for the mere presence of each other—the friendship being the only thing that they call as their own. So, they possess absolutely nothing of what we own and are still able to embrace bleak moments of happiness and resilience that continues to live on after being killed every third day.
Buy this book and read it right away
Here’s the link- https://www.amazon.com/Girls-Burn-Brighter-Shobha-Rao/dp/1250074258