It’s Devastating and very intriguing. Reading
about the diseased mind of the people of Kumaresan’s village makes you feel claustrophobic
and sympathetic for Saroja. Saroja was always with me and is still with me
after I finished reading the book. She was so pure at heart and so simple
minded that you want to be close to people like her. In today’s world of
innumerable prejudices, she is worth a company to have. There was always a
parallel thought running through my mind. The thought that why could Kumaresan
not protect her. If he had loved her so much, why he could not shield her? One
perspective was that he too was a child at heart and loved her passionately and
he wasn’t matured enough to understand the extent of orthodoxy and narrow-mindedness
of the people of his village. But, I would even consider him a fool to have
risked Saroja’s life like that. I am agonized to feel the extent he subjected himself
and Saroja to be victimized by the village people.
A woman left everything for you and then it’s your
biggest responsibility to give her the life she deserves. Waiting for things to
be fine proved catastrophic.
I feel very sad for Saroja and I want to take her
out of that pyre before it turns her into ashes. I want to take her away from
her father and brother who were not bothered about her and away from Kumaresan
who could not protect her.
Was heaven the only place left for a person like
her?
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