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Book Review: Sreemoyee Piu Kundu’s 'Sita's Curse' | Hachette India

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Sita's Curse: A Trailer on YouTube When I read the first page, I was taken aback. This certainly was my first erotic fiction. But, I wasn't scandalized, I was just surprised. That a woman, in a patriarchal  society like ours had the guts to write about another woman who was bold enough to break free and give in to her desires and find ways to pleasure herself.      When I met Meera Patel, or Mrs. Meera Patel, wife of Mohan Patel, I imagined her exactly as Sreemoyee had described her. For me Meera was a living breathing human being, a woman with normal sexual desires and wants. I could reach out and touch Meera's soft skin. So real is Sreemoyee's writing.  As the story progressed, touching slightly upon the incestual relation between Meera and her twin brother, Karthik, I was caught up and thrown along with the upheavals Meera went through. When Meera found Karthik's body, I cried with her. I felt her pain.  The story moves ahead, Meera grows up, dreams

Meera's Diary: Feb 14, 2013

Meera Rao picked up her pen and started writing in her leather bound diary. Words sprang from her insides. She kept refilling her glass with the scotch that her husband kept hidden. Tears fell on the pages while she wrote. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I seldom get a chance to get so drunk, I cant type right. I am loving the feeling, as a writer, I want to capture the emotion, the moment, in words... My eyes are aching to roll over, my head just doesn't seem right, but, I can still make out my spellings and language. Wow. So, I am actually drinking to drown my sorrow. Sorrow of being not able to have a child, because I have an impotent room mate. So, people call me the infertile woman. As if it was all my fault. As if I did all the procreation. Im sure they must have all flunked in Biology. huh. Today, we had one of those big fights. He hit me many times, on my head, everywhere. He bit me to