As Niharika was nearing her 30th, she finds herself in the middle of a divorce, her world falling apart, apocalypse striking, gates to a world of pain compelling her inside, all favourite aspects of her life strewn around without their old charm, and she finds herself needing her mother more than anything but she has already lost her when she was barely two years old….
Muse is Niharika’s very personal story that reads like a modern fairytale where we are taken to colourful and obscure chapters of a young girl’s life where there is love, yearning and fulfilment. Niharika catches your fancy and will stay with you long after you have turned the last page. It is a new story that readers don’t get a chance to stumble onto in today’s times.
Excerpt: Niharika walks through that house and collects that girl, who is still stuck in the middle of so many sorrow and so many grief. And they have all also lost each other, can’t even find each other. She collects them as she encounters them in her walks. And she nurses them. She sits with them, at that corner or in that room where nobody comes and nobody ever came, and they are all, the whole crowd of it is united by their journey, and Niharika tells them the numerous bounties they found in that journey, like the Chinese portrait, their mother’s diary, a full half house, hundreds of stories, a nose, a pair of lips, cheekbones, sexuality, some flamboyance, and then one of them, holds her hands and picks her up, and takes her in those journeys again, through the long corridors of Maheshwari Villa to the uppermost terrace in the house, where in no more than a month she will find herself sitting in the middle of a dilemma.
I don’t know how Godmother is typically defined, but I define it as the presence of a mother in her absence.
