Synopsis
A tale of war and love, borders and transgressions, this book will take you once again though the city of Delhi, a city that divides the author’s life into two, like that of the inhabitants of these pages. Amaltas Spring chronicles the struggles and survival of its courageous women who find themselves in an endless mire of uncertainty. And the war is so much inside of the inhabitants of the city which has gathered humans from all corners of the country and beyond, residue of so many partitions, real and imagined. One landscape is inter-woven into another throughout, in such a way that, just across an over-bridge or a spiral staircase of memory lies Jerusalem or Paris, Petra or Thimpu, Cairo or London, Abuja or Washington. The author brings out this multi-local existence, this layered reality and its every day resonances in such an astounding pace that constantly remind one of, not just proximity, but also the distance, loss and the absence in a deeply touching manner – its mind inscribed on the physical body with fire – like the amaltas spring that bloom in the scorching sun. Though the novel is conceived in two parts, each one breaths on its own, mutually interconnected, yet independent.The first part of the novel has brought forth an array of characters, comprehending the city’s bearing and endurance; a place that everyone imagines to be so essential a transit point, more important than even the source or destination, perhaps. A base, a stepping stone, a battle field of livelihood on the one hand and a centre of bureaucracy and power, on the other.
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