Every writer makes a mark on the reader through their work. Some are so weak that we think twice before taking up another book that they write. Some are so powerful that we remember the words long after the book has been read. When it is the latter scenario, the mark that has been made also brings with a certain expectation and anything too far away from that expectation feels like an anomaly, feels unacceptable. This book, in the end, belonged to this category.
India is a potpourri of religions and cultures, and with those come traditions and customs that have been followed since generations, sometimes blindly. This year has brought out, at least to me, one such custom in particular. First through a blog meet, and then through a book documentary, the Devadasi system had got my attention. Reading a non-fiction on the topic helped me understand that system a little more than I had previously. Continue reading “Book Review: The Temple Is Not My Father, by Rasana Atreya”