a story in one of the most bizarre forests

though i am not well-read but i can imagine that it would again be my real short-sightedness if i were to declare that i should shed all my inhibitions regarding the indian writings in english. but after completing my first reading by amitav ghosh which is also his latest one, i am able to bring myself to the realisation that every work of art should be judged, if at all, on its merit and not on its reputation or worse still pre-conceived notions.

the hungry tide, i should say is a treat to read. not just because of the quality of english that it brings forward but because of the way ghosh intertwines human minds and their workings while attuned to their surroundings. i picked up this book because i was expecting a travelogue but liked it more because it touched two topics closest to my heart - wild animals [tigers and dolphins at that] and relationships between two human beings.

i have been looking for words but i have being fumbling. i won't write anything about the plot, or the love that amitav have such surreally weaved in the fabric of the story because first, i can't do justice to its grandeur and two, i have so many questions that could disturb me.

although somewhere in the mid of the first quarter of the book, i remember, turning to the last page to look at its number [which in hinder sight reflects my disinterest], it came as a mild surprise to me when i completed it in just couple of days.