Train of Thought

"Ugh, Monday again," he groaned, flopping onto the couch like his very existence had been personally insulted by the calendar. She didn't look up from lacing her shoes, "You say that like it's a bad thing." He gave her a look, "It is a bad thing, it's the funeral of the weekend. The start of five days of pretending to be productive." She laughed, grabbing her bad, "You are so dramatic, I love Mondays" You also talk to your plants and give your alarm clock pep talks. Your opinion is questionable." She rolled her eyes, "but her voice softened, "No seriously! Monday feel like the world pressed reset. It doesn't ,atter how tired I was or how messy things felt on Friday. Monday just.. shows up clean. It's like the universe handing me a blank page and saying, "here, start again. be better. Or don't. But you get the choice." He stared at her for a second, unusually quiet, "You always sound like a dia...

I finished reading it last night and wanted to type out how I felt right then and there, that is generally how I pour out my feelings about a book before moving on the next day. However, there are some books, characters, and stories that linger around me for a few more hours, and this was one of them.  Reading it as a woman, I disliked many things - specifically how women were portrayed and the overall misogyny of the book. I felt a deep sense of आक्रोश  toward चन्दर  initially, both for refusing to accept his own feelings and, even more so, for forcing सुधा to disregard hers as well. It was such an "on and off" of emotions I hated how Chander forced Sudha to get married, and I felt such pity for Sudha for doing everything for her 'देवता', for being so devoted. However, that's my perspective as a woman living in 2026. Since the book was written in 1949, I took some time to revisit it through that historical lens. It started to make sense why it was written that wa...