It was a small book. I picked it up in the library because I wanted to finish it in one sitting. I didn’t know if I’d find time to come back and read the book again, though I never thought anybody would get it issued in the meantime. It just doesn’t happen with many Hindi books in a city like Bangalore.
But still, thanks to libraries like JustBooks, and some readers of course, Hindi book sections exist, and survive too. They seem to, as yet.
So the small green book I picked was called Kaal Kothari. It was written by Swadesh Deepak, who, I found out, is an author who writes in Hindi as well as English, and has masters’ degree in both the languages.
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Shivani, to me, is an author who could say things very deep, even while talking of stories that are, say, next door. I have read some of her novels, and some memoirs that she wrote later. But even with them, you don’t get that picture of Shivani that Ira talks about here. While on one hand she claims that she herself does not know the real Shivani and is still searching for her complete personality through her stories, she has been able to present a picture of her celebrated mother that the outside world does not know.
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