WRITTEN IN RED INK

Crosssword drew me in to hunt for this book. Once Ms Banu Musthaq's name was all over the press for her tremendous recognition by the literary world, I couldn't stop myself from wanting to read "Heart Lamp". We still read heart-wrenching news about the injustices committed against women in India every single day. Irrespective of their backgrounds, walks of life and status, patriarchy spared none. Especially for those who are in a minority where religion dictates their way of life, every living moment is a fight for survival. Existence becomes a daily job filled with compromises and delusions.

These short stories leave long impressions. They made me take long breaks for the sake of my own sanity. Each one required a recovery period of two days to say the least. Mind you, none of these felt fictitious. It can't be. "Heart Lamp" and "Be a woman once, Oh Lord!" were the hardest to finish. From being moved to tears to immediately chuckling at the dark humour with bleeding desperation, I truly experienced a lot of chilling moments throughout this book. Kudos to Ms Banu and everyone who supported her in publishing this masterpiece. The Translator's note in the end is a chef's kiss.

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MOVIE REVIEW-POSSUM

Possum (2018) Director: Matthew Holness Starring: Sean Harris, Alun Armstrong A defamed children's puppeteer who is emotionally unstable and psychologically scarred plans to dispose of his grotesque puppet. Every time she tries discarding it, the puppet comes back to haunt him emotionally by being there in his room the very next day. This disturbs him in turn and deprives him of his sleep. His step-father also lives next door with whom he has an estranged relationship. Meanwhile, a young boy in the same neighbourhood gets kidnapped and the policemen start suspecting the puppeteer for it, given his weird behaviour and constant trips with the bag. The climax of the movie gives answers to the following questions, -Who kidnapped the young lad? -Why does the possum keep chasing him? குழந்தைகளுக்காக பொம்மலாட்டம் செய்து வாழ்ந்து வருகிறார் அந்த நபர். தற்போது அந்த தொழிலுக்கு அவ்வளவு வரவேற்பு இல்லாததால் , தனக்கென இந்த உலகத்தில் இருக்கும் ஒரே துணையான "Possum" எனப்படும் அந...

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