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Laburnum For My Head Read å 104 ß Every May something extraordinary happens in the new cemetery of the sleepy little town's laburnum tree with buttery yellow blossoms flowers over the spot where Lentina is buried A brave hunter Imchanok totters when the ghost of his prey haunts him till he offers it a tuft of his hair as a prayer for forgiveness PokAn airfield to unsuspecting villagers A letter found on a dead insurgent blurs the boundaries between him and an innocent villager both struggling to make ends meet A woman's terrible secret comes full circle changing her daughter's and granddaughter's lives as well as her own An illiterate village woman's simple uestion rattles an army officer and forces him to. In my search for reading contemporary Indian literature I realized that we have maybe consciously ignored a very important part of India in our study of literature history or even geography So when recommended me this book I was fairly surprised to see the ease of storytelling and the uniueness of plot that each of the eight short stories presented to the reader The only thing they had in common was their setting somewhere in the north eastern part of our country It is an easy enjoyable read that can be enjoyed both at a stretch or with glorious intermissions in between mulling over the complexity of diverse human emotions that each story throws unto the readers Blog| Instagram | Facebook | Twitter

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Set her husband free A young girl loses her lover in his fight for the motherland leaving her a frightful legacy And a caterpillar finds wingsFrom the mythical to the modern Laburnum for My Head is a collection of short stories that embrace a gamut of emotions Heartrending witty and riddled with irony the stories depict a deep understanding of the human condition. I do not know why I kept putting off reading this slim book for than 2 years Today when I started I was done in a seating This is Temsula Ao's second book Stories are beautifully crafted in simple lyrical language that it is imperative that you finish a story in a single sittingI loved the first two stories a the title story The Laburnum for my head about a women's desire to have beautiful laburnum grow in her land b 'Death of a Hunter' is beautifully crafted stories about inner fears and dilemmas of a ferocious hunter 'Three Women' is another story weaving an interconnected web of inner and outer relationships It is also about love and desireThere are two stories focusing on Nagas' predicament crushed between Indian army and the underground fighters It reminded me of Kashmir 'Sonny' was a good story about a complex relationship with 'ex' but I couldn't uite related with the path protagonist takes sometimes somethings are bigger than one's individual desires I didn't much care for the last story about the caterpillar but rest I would revisit again for simplicity and pleasure PS Wiki tells me that this collection brought its author the 2013 Sahitya Akademi Award for English by the Sahitya Akademi India's National Academy of Letters

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Laburnum For My HeadEvery May something extraordinary happens in the new cemetery of the sleepy little town's laburnum tree with buttery yellow blossoms flowers over the spot where Lentina is buried A brave hunter Imchanok totters when the ghost of his prey haunts him till he offers it a tuft of his hair as a prayer for forgiveness Pokenmong the servant boy by dint of his wit sells. This Temsula Ao's second short story collection; I still haven't read the first 'These Hills Called Home' Ao lives and teaches in Shilong in the North East of India a part of the country that faces problems of endemic neglect by the centre and ongoing conflicts between the Army and Maoist rebels It is also from what I've gleaned from pictures and accounts by friends from those parts a beautiful land of green hills and fertile valleys Ao's stories take us into the heart of this conflict torn land telling us the stories of characters such as the old woman who saves her husband the village headman from both the rebels and the army by her uick thinking Then there's a woman who used to be in a relationship with a charismatic young man who leaves her to join the rebels only to wind up assassinated by his own comrades leaving her an uneasy legacy in the form of painful memories uncertain associations and a mysterious floppy disk Not all the stories draw on insurgency and counter insurgency for their context There's a powerful story which weaves the lives of a woman her daughter and granddaughter into a brilliant harmony expounding the traumas sorrows and joys of women's lives My favourite story tells us of a formidable hunter who is freuently stirred with misgivings about hunting leading to a climactic encounter with a possibly supernatural wild boar Ao loves and values stories and people; these stories touch upon the dilemmas sacrifices defeats and victories of ordinary people but gives them an epic universal resonance Then why the 3 star rating Simply because the stories fall short in the areas of language and plot Ao spends too much time telling rather than showing; the story of a young boy who emerges as something of trickster figure could have had great zest and vitality if penned by someone like Bohumil Hrabal; here it falls a little flat because of the deadpan declamatory narrative Another story 'The Letter' seems like an uneasy hybrid between dry reportage and fiction; the ending a fairly obvious twist loses the impact that a willingness to probe deeper below the surface and to plunge further into the world of the story could have given it Too many characters are left hollow if not altogether unnamed and all too often we are told of the emotional upheavals they face rather than simply shown the signs of this upheaval There are messy mixed metaphors 'from the moment he joined their ranks he had to walk a tight rope in the multi headed ideological minefield within' And yet there are passages of great vividness like this depiction of the wordless rapport of a hunting party 'Imchanok was fully awake; he sensed the weariness in his companions and let them doze for a few precious moments before nudging the nearest one awake with a gentle kick to his side As the chain of similar kicks went around everyone sat up and tried to adjust his vision in the eerie darkness that seemed to have swallowed up the lush green jungle They waited each lost in his own thoughts Then came the time in the dying night when you think that the day is breaking but cannot see anything except darkness even though the daybreak is so clear in your mind This sensation came first to Imchanok and he silently shifted his body weight from left to right The one next to him caught his movement and did the same; then the next and the next until every single man held his position as if freshly energized by this slightest of movements'Then there's this powerful passage describing childbirth 'The growl she emits is like nothing these women who have participated in many deliveries have ever heard and as the last hiss leaves her throat one of them shouts'I see the head one pushbaby just once ' Martha hears her and with an ultimate effort gives another push and the baby slithers out of her exhausted body The baby's wet and slimy contours as it surges through the passage produces such a sensuous effect on Martha that she will always remember it as sublime than the transient ecstasies of sex' But there isn't enough that reaches this pitch; too much is bogged down in the baggage of late Victorian phrasing with all its distancing and formality that too many Indian writers in English struggle to shake off Ao tells stories that deserve to live in the hearts of all her readers; but she needs a better editor needs something to hone her pen into a scalpel