I got ‘The Wind and the Rain’ by George K. Mathew, sometime back. The first thing that grabbed my attention was the spectacularly beautiful cover picture of a crystal clear river with a fishing boat floating on it and lush green palms on both sides of the river. The author’s wonderful preface and the first page of the story hooked me in. But I have been reading it for a while now and I was feeling guilty about my slow pace of reading. So I decided to do a readathon for the past two days and I finished the book today. Here is the review.
Summary of the story
I am giving below the summary of the story as given in the back cover of the book.
Set in the lush paradise of Kerala in the 1930s, this is the haunting love story of Roy and Maya, growing up together in Arat, by the verdant banks of River Pampa. Though deeply in love and destined for each other, they are cruelly separated by unfortunate circumstances. Flung by fate into far-off Pattom and trapped in an unfulfilling marriage, Maya has to face many unexpected challenges. Back at Arat, the boorish Narayan tries to force his claims on his cousin, Rani, and her beloved elephant, Balan. Roy helps Rani avert the near-catastrophic consequences of Narayan’s villainous plot. Events come to a head in Pattom too, after a series of disasters, leading to an intriguing climax. An engrossing tale, simple yet profound, of a love eternal and endless, encapsulated beautifully within the covers of this compelling page-turner.
That cover picture is stunningly beautiful, isn’t it?
What I think
The title of the book comes from a song sung by the jester Feste in the Shakespeare play ‘Twelfth Night’. To me as a layperson, it seems to represent the beautiful land of Kerala which is probably the home of the wind and the rain. Or it probably represents the two main characters in the story, Roy and Maya, who are always together, like the wind and the rain.
‘The Wind and the Rain’ is a delightful love story. It tells the story of Roy and Maya, who are the children of close friends, who are childhood friends and go to school together, who fall in love with each other and are destined to get married, till an unfortunate misunderstanding happens. Will that misfortune keep them apart for life? Or will all-powerful love influence the circumstances and bring them together? The answers to these questions form the rest of the story.
I enjoyed reading ‘The Wind and the Rain’. The love between Roy and Maya and the way it evolves from childhood friendship to teenage romance and play and to full-blown mature love is beautifully depicted by the author in the story. Some of my favourite scenes in the story are when Roy and Maya are together and are having playful conversations, poking fun at each other, teasing each other, going to their personal Eden in the mountains to await the arrival of the monsoon and doing a thousand other delightful things that lovers do together. The author of the book, George Mathew, is an eighty year old ‘young’ gentleman and is a first-time author and by the evidence of this story, it looks like he was amazingly young at heart.
This book is also a wonderful evocation of the stunning beauty of Kerala – the majestic mountains, the beautiful rivers, the mysterious forests, the wonderful trees, the green fields, the interesting animals and birds, the delicious fishes, the surprising insects, the soft rain. Reading the book makes one think of the words green, lush, verdant, luxuriant, grassy. The book transports the reader to an era where nature was pristine and virgin and pure. One feels sad at what has been lost. There is also a wonderful elephant called Balan, which plays a very important role in the story. And there is a dog called Nero which makes occasional appearances. There are also a squirrel and a catfish which appear in just a scene each but which touch our hearts.
The book also describes smalltown India of a bygone era and its people quite authentically with gentle humour. It reminded me of R.K.Narayan’s Malgudi and its characters.
‘The Wind and the Rain’ is published by Helios books, which is a new indie publishing house. In these troubled days, when e-books are eating into the regular book market and where bookstore chains are in financial trouble and some of them are closing down (e.g. Borders), it is wonderful that new indie publishers like Helios are coming up and are encouraging first-time authors.
I am giving below some of my favourite passages from the book.
On being bored
Being bored in company is quite different from being bored alone. And the difference was appreciated in the country as much as in the town.
Work and Rest
It is said of the Almighty that He worked for six days and rested on the seventh. The sexton, who had not the same ardour for work, rested for six days and worked on the seventh.
It was ironic, Roy thought, that these birds should have flown across thousands of miles merely to squabble and skirmish, quarrel and wrangle here, to the clacking of bills, the flapping of wings and the swapping of shrieks and cries that rose intermittently into the sky.
The Two Perspectives
He was wading back to the breach when he noticed a long, dark shadow snaking in through it into the field. Excitement gripped him as he tossed the hood behind him and, taking a couple of quick plods through the ooze, stood silent and out of breath just where the shadow had last been seen. He was quite sure it was a catfish because no other fish was long and sinuous enough to move in that manner. But, to his dismay, the shadow had vanished.
Countless ripples spawned by countless droplets now played and danced over the water to the faintest tinkle of fairy bells. He wiped the water away from his eyes and sank gradually on one knee for a closer look. Before long, he felt the hair on his nape rise as his eyes made out a dark, elongated ‘S’ just showing against the darker matter below. A three-footer, Roy said to himself. And what a massive head!
The fish was beyond the reach of his hands : he had to be right over it to ensure its capture. It took him almost an age to bring his other knee down into the ooze beside his quarry. He held his breath as he brought his hands down gradually on either side of its body. His palms and fingers were now around the creature. There was surprisingly no reaction when his fingers closed lightly over its smooth and slimy skin. It remained motionless when his right hand, fingers outspread, moved forward under its soft, distended belly and even when his left thumb and forefinger moved up to its gills. The opening and closing of the gill plates, laboured and uneven, were of a creature beyond the point of exhaustion.
The hunt was at an end, the prize his. Just when his joy was bubbling over, he paused. Roy suddenly saw the fish in another light, not as an item for the pot, but as a mother awaiting the throes of delivery as his own mother had been once. He remembered Maya’s squirrel. And the teal he had spared for Maya’s sake. The thumb and forefinger of his left hand were at the gills and he could have sealed the fate of his fish, merely by bringing the two fingers together.
Instead, he found himself lifting the creature clear out of the water and holding it in the way he would a newborn human baby. There was no struggle, just a widening and contracting of its gill plates. A catfish can remain out of water for a considerable length of time. Yet Roy set out immediately with his precious burden, crossing the field with long steps.
At the opposite edge of the field and surrounded by a coconut garden was a large pool, green with fish weed. Paappi, to whom it belonged, called it the southern pond. Issuing into the field from it was a steady stream of water, rolling out and eddying languidly. He bent down on one knee and very gently let his catch into the outflow. The catfish, heavy with roe, swam feebly through the stream into the pond. Roy watched it go, its head waggling wearily from side to side, until it sank out of sight.
Roy had always wanted to catch a fish this size for Maya. He dedicated this big one, especially since he had let it go, to the golden girl who lived in his heart. He plodded back across the field to repair the breach he had made in the bund. The drizzle had thinned and the droplets flew sharply about with the wind. It was time he went home.
I enjoyed reading ‘The Wind and the Rain’. It is one of the most beautiful evocations of nature that I have read. And it is also a delightful love story. If you like reading about nature and love, you will like this book.
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