Saraswati Park

Feted for its electric chaos the city of Bombay also accommodates pockets of calm. In one such enclave Mohan a middle-aged letter writer sits under a banyan tree in Fort furnishing missives for village migrants disenchanted lovers and when pickings are slim filling in money order forms. But Mohan's true passion is collecting second-hand books; he'sparticularly attached to novels with marginal annotations. So when the pavement booksellers of Fort are summarily evicted Mohan's life starts to lose some of its animating lustre. At this tenuous moment Mohan and his wife Lakshmi are joined in Saraswati Park a suburban housing colony by their nephew Ashish a diffident sexually uncertain 19-year-old who has to repeat his final year in college. As Saraswati Park unfolds the lives of the three characters are thrown into sharp relief by the comical frustrations of family life: annoying relatives unspoken yearnings and unheard grievances. When Lakshmi loses her only brother she leaves Bombay for a relative's home to mourn not only the death of a sibling but also the vital force of her marriage. Ashish meanwhile embarks on an affair with a much richer boy in his college; it ends abruptly. Not long afterwards he succumbs to the overtures of his English tutor. As Mohan scribbles away in the margins of the sort of books he secretly hopes to write one day he worries about whether his wife will return what will become of Ashish's life and if he himself will ever find his own voice to write from the margins about the centre of which he will never be a part. Beautifully rendered and wonderfully involving Saraswati Park is a book about love and loss and the noise in our heads and how in spite of everything life both lived and imagined continues.