“If you had a wish , you had to kneel before the tree and whisper it. And if the tree agreed to grant it , it would shed exactly ten leaves on your head’
As I complete reading And the Mountains Echoed, I sit beside my keyboard as if I were to make a confession.
Blessed I am that I chanced on this book at tbs bookstore, Calicut, though I was there looking for another purchase , the image of the little boy and Girl smiling , with the mountains at the bachdrop was so captivating, that I couldn’t ignore the triple set of A Thousand Splendid Suns and The Kite Seller.
The central theme , the Story of love … of brother , Abdullah who would go to any extent ,even to trade his shoes for a feather of Peacock , to make his sister , Pari happy .Having lost their mother Abdullah is the one who cares for her ,though he has a step mother.They make life-plans that they will live close to each other, no matter even a hundreds of years could pass by . Like the story of the div, the little fairy tale gives us a miniature picture of their seperation.
Connected around their lives , we peek into the lives of the different characters .We have characters in the form of Nila Wahdati and Madaline , their aspirations , their careers , and their vague hazy view of life , of making it big and still there are the others Odelia Varvaris and Pari , Abdullah’s daughter , caring ,supporting , and lives like a canopy to brighten the lives of others.
The story of Wahdati and Nabi is equally poignant with years rolling by in a silent mansion where one cannot even sniff the return of somebody awaited . The gender inclinations , the choices of Nabi and how far he turns instrumental in tracking out the roots for Abdullah and Pari is simply amazing. We find fate working in the lives of Marcos and Thalima , though not connected by kin or blood ,
If “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” Thalima turns out to be the most striking , most beautiful being who splashes traces of happiness in lives reality , the little lessons Marcos learns
What I liked about the book , the narrative in first person is too good . I liked the way , the story of each character , though spread and seperated make their appearences in abrupt and unexpected ways. The story is about loneliness , isolation , seperation , loss , fulfilling responsibilities , the choices one makes .
And as we read ,we just pause to think , So yeah….they are here!
“All my life , I have lived like an aquarium fish in the safety of a glass tank , behind a barrier as impenetrable as it has been transperent .” echoes deep of how we contain ourselves to the unyielding confines of the existence that bonds construct around us.
The book is undoubtedly , like the magic spell ; would appeal to children , students ,young adults and through all age groups .
I regret not having read the book much earlier , My first book of Khalid Hosseini chains me to be a life long disciple of this splendid writer, even a fragment of whose portrayal of life would be an impossibility to replicate and a distant dream for many a writer. I think , the Asian connect could not be ignored because each word goes directly into my heart.
A born-writer that’s what I can say, though I am not qualified or an expert to assess or review these masterly strokes , but yes a 4.5 / 5 grading . I am indebted to Hosseini for the different threads of life that I see in this gem of a book. Parents, siblings, spouse , friends , uncle …..all drifting and sometimes clinging so close to your feet , the realisation…. how blessed we are, to have family , identity, roots They say today the world is shrinking, everybody getting closer ,somewhere the family connect is widening and Hossein’s book comes as a jolt ,when realisation dawns on us.“Will our loved ones always remain young , healthy and close to us?”
If one were to search for the village Shadbagh, it’s only an imaginary one ,one which none can track on the map but the narrative and the tale , is so life like that I felt I was living in the pages ,
Will they ever meet? As I leaf through , tears and a jab of pain fills me . I really feel the loss of an unknown pain “But time, it is like charm ,You never have as much as you think .” leaves the reader in a trance and earn for what is not.
“The Mountains are as bigger and as hidden as our dreams…..If we could surmount , the inner space becomes as infallibe as the dream itself …. Hosseini’s mastercraft leaves an enchantment… If magic be the spell of words , I wish I travelled the pages of a never ending tale”