Mahashweta-A review

Just done reading 'Mahashweta' by Sudha Murty.A seemingly subtle story with a deep underlying message.A young,beautiful girl and and a rich,handsome boy fall in love and get married.Suddenly she contracts Leukoderma,and the world changes for her.It is a story written with great passion and social bearing.
It brings the inner turmoil of people inflicted with such misery.Which is inflicted not by the disease but by the society,which treats such people as outcasts.
The plot of the love story is almost dream like a radiant,ravishingly beautiful girl.And a boy endowed with the riches of wealth and intelligence alike. They are inseparable like the peacock and the rain,the moon and the moon bird.And then what goes wrong that he abandons her,the society disowns her is worth finding out!
And if you get a recently published hard copy of the book,the postscript that follows is equally bewitching.

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