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    Ever since I saw Lata’s first post on this meme, I’ve been intrigued . I wanted to join up two Tuesdays ago but reading has become more than a luxury for me these days . However , I still managed to read the first 100 pages of Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s book “Vine of Desire” . I first read CBD’s writing in an American magazine ( so long ago that I can’t remember which! ) and I was captivated by her style.

    Since then I’ve been her fan and though I wanted to read her latest novel, couldn’t remember the name so I picked up this one instead.

    In what seems to be her favourite  formula, this book too is about two sisters . Sudha has been called to America by Anju who has recently had a miscarriage.

    Sudha is a single mother who brings along her infant daughter  Dayita.

    Sunil, Anju’s husband is not too thrilled with Sudha’s visit because he is actually attracted to her and would have rather married her than Anju!

     ” Come here kid. Let me put my arms around you and my face against your chest. Delicate bird bones, your laughter like feathers . All day  I’ve been waiting for this. ” 

    ” I can hear your heart going like a runaway engine”

    Who do you think is saying these lines? Is it Sunil? And who is being thus addressed?

    Obviously, all is not going well between Sunil and Anju. Predictably Sudha’s presence doesn’t help.

    How does the story unfold?

    Aren’t you sufficiently intrigued?

    Well I ‘m curious too!

    I can’t wait to get back to the rest of the book to see what happens to Anju and Sudha and of course Sunil……..

     

    p.s. Read Lata’s latest teaser here

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    Teaser Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by  A House of Books and has pretty simple rules…If you want to know how Teaser Tuesday Works, here’s how:

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    • Grab your current read
    • Open to a random page
    • Share two teaser sentences from somewhere on that page
    • BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS!
    • Share the title and author so other TT participants can add the book to their TBR lists if they like your teasers!

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    Mama tells me that I was two months old when Uncle Joe took this picture.

    I had just started opening my fist and reaching out . How you were proud and pleased! This was yet another testament in your tumultuous love story : a lasting proof of your undying love.

    You promised us lifelong support,  your arms  stronger and firmer than the bands of love you’d slipped on her finger one crisp summer morning.

    Mama remembers you  chucking me beneath the chin and  chuckling at my baby gurgles, holding me close in your embrace.

    So why Papa, did you leave us so?

     

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    I am participating in #Friday Foto Fiction, a 100 Word story on the photo prompt

  • One night at the Opera

    Opera in Mumbai?

    At least from what I remember, Opera in Mumbai is a no show. We’ve had our musicals but those are not the same as the trilling sopranos and divas that characterize classical opera.

    This isn’t really surprising because Mumbai is not on the cultural circuit of Western Classical music. It is thanks to the few remaining Parsis and their untiring efforts that has prevented this performing art from completely dying out.

    La Bohème Revisited

    An innovative new production of Puccini’s masterpiece.

    For the first time in India, the NCPA and the SOI presented a new take on Giacomo Puccini’s beloved opera La Bohème. Puccini’s lush score was interspersed with texts from Murger’s original novel which inspired the opera, to tell the tale of the lives and loves of young artists in the Bohemian quarter of Paris. Featuring an international star cast, the performances was led by renowned conductor Carlo Rizzi—who also conducts La Bohème at the Metropolitan Opera, New York, this season—and SOI Associate Music Director Zane Dalal.

    The opera was in Italian with English subtitles.

     

    A visit to the Jamshed Bhabha Theatre is compulsory for every Mumbaikar. Even before you enter the complex, you can see a procession of stately cars glide by . One by one out come  the fussy fusspots. In musty suits and silk saris, their opera glasses out , their diamonds and emeralds dusted and clean. They purse their lips in concentration as they slowly hobble up the steps to the frigid realms of the auditorium.
    I was at the theatre on my own, as  a birthday eve treat .Hubby Dear preferred to  pound the pavement knocking off the stubborn pounds that just stuck!

    A Clash of Perfumes

    Sitting up in the penultimate row, I had a bird’s eye view of the audience streaming in. Most of them were elegantly turned out with an air of knowing more Italian than Ciao! As  whiffs of expensive perfumes assaulted my sniffly nose, I spotted  the occasional young person looking cool and sophisticated in tight jeans and carefully thrown designer scarf.
    The violins and other instruments were tuned in a frantic frenzy behind the curtain waiting to rise while a gang of old girls chatted chirpily behind me.

    These ladies were out to have a good time and they thoroughly enjoyed the dialogues that flashed across the top frame. But this didn’t go down too well with a frosty old women who made it a point to up to them in the intermission.

    “I’m sorry but you’ll have to tone down your laughter,” she said haughtily, peering down her crooked patrician nose.  “This is a tragedy in case you didn’t know.”

    The old girls  had enough grey in their hair to know so. They  politely agreed with the old crone who clenched her  crooked toes tighter round her kitten heels  and made her way down the stairs. I hate these so called keepers of conscience who think that they are the only people entitled to enjoy themselves in the way they deem fit. What is worse is that they get away telling people what they want!

    Cheering the delay

    There was a brief amount of clapping when after the intermission, a change of singer was announced. And just as suddenly as the clapping started, it stopped. And once more, the audience slipped out for their cold coffees and sandwiches that the NCPA is famous for.

    The actual performance

    This delay of 15 minutes actually lengthened the whole program by forty minutes. This did not detract from the enjoyment of this unique presentation that used stunning audio visuals on a transparent screen in place of elaborate props.

    Some people found the English subtitles hard to read.  A few were too close up in front and had to crane their necks up. While others were too far back to read the faint script.

    I enjoyed this performance thoroughly and am grateful to Anna Shetty for making this possible.

    I am linking this post to #MondayMusings hosted by Corinne at EverydayGyaan

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