The hungry tide

The Hungry Tide – this is the book i got for myself for my birthday. i have never read Amitav Ghosh before so i was a bit wary – maybe it is bit like trying out a new dish, you wonder whether the taste would suit you. And I was not disappointed.

The story is set in Sunderbans – the mangrove forest/swamp in West Bengal – a place i have been meaning to visit for a long time. The story revolves around Piyali – an Indian American cetologist who has come to Sunderbans to research on dolphins; Fokir – an illiterate fisherman and – oh great, i have forgotten the name of the third protagonist! The story really sucked me in – after a long time, i read something riveting enough not to discard after 100 pages! The Sunderbans came alive for me – and i am going to go there and see for myself the place he has so beautifully painted with his words.

Life has been – i don’t know whether it is the right word – peaceful. But i keep looking over my shoulders for storms that might be lurking in the lull. True to my bitchy character, i have been trying to pick fights with him. But thankfully, he does not take me up. He, on the other hand, has been, well, very loving. What is wrong with me? i should be enjoying life instead of wondering when the next storm will break. Oh hell, i must be the kind of sailor who loves to battle storms rather than float on still waters.

His BOSE fever has abated a bit – he is getting excited about the iPhone now that he can surf on it. So he goes click, click, click, click and click – much to my irritation when i am reading. Yah Allah! Free me from gadgets. The only feature i like on it is that i can sketch – i sketched a picture and made it his wallpaper. He insisted on clicking my pictures with it so he could set it as wallpaper– i am camera shy when i am wearing glasses (which is what i wear at home because i am blind without them glasses) so i resisted. Ultimately i made him click one picture wherein i pretended i was tearing my hair out in frustration! i look simply horrible, as i intended. And what i really am! Now every time i call him up, he will see me tearing my hair out!! What better way than that to remind him that, hell, i am frustrated. With him. And without him.