![[IMG_4468.webp]] This book for me started because I finally understood why Arundhathi is read by everyone I respect. The prose flows and she is a writer who writes through a personal lens, fiction or non-fiction. > Inadvertently I gave my mother more latitude to misbehave with other people. We all hung on to that old trope, the life raft on which battered wives, mistreated children and abused employees stay afloat: *It's only because she love us* Prose like this makes you wish you had the presence to articulate the turmoil that ensues in one's personal life. The book is a memoir and yet Arundhathi writes from a lens of a daughter who was forever in love with her mother. The cost of it was that she could never consider any safe place as her home. It would become a prison she needed to escape. More power to her and glad to be part of a nation that has a tortured history that people like her refuse to accept. She is a talented writer and Mother Mart is a force of nature. One of the peculiar things that even she accepts is that we still don't know the women even if chapters are written on her. Mother Mart is a complicated woman that even her daughter couldn't figure out.