These short stories tell of Indian women of all ages, some torn between East and West, but all facing difficult choices. Overall, the tone is one of sadness, but with dashes of humour and upbeat endings. Beautifully written and poignant.
But Dilip says, 'Monisha, what your father did, why does it have to affect us?' We were standing under the coppery brightness of a streetlamp outside my apartment building. I looked into his face, its perplexity, and felt that perhaps he was right. That perhaps happiness, which I had given up on, was an uncharted possibility, a brave geography worth the long effort of exploration.