Feb 10, 2009

every affection has a name


this is a powerful story, well told, peppered with tender emotions, emotions that bring in a screen of tears to the eye...
it tells the story of three generations... the one past, the one that is today and the one that is tomorrow...
and each one of the readers can identify with the teller, Amir... some of us are the present, have seen our parents and are tending to our children...
it throws up the story of Afganistan, a historical fact of a nation destroyed and another intangible casualty, childhood...
Sohrab is not alone... he has millions to keep him company, but none of whom are any more fortunate for that...
particularly touching is the relationship between the half-uncle and his nephew...
for me Sohrab was a fitting reminder of my own nephew back home...10-year-old A... who only knows his Pishi comes once in more than a year, makes his Thamma happy in her presence and making her cry when she goes off...
and A is more fond of B than me...
he is simplicity personified, in many ways like his Dad... just like Sohrab is like Hassan and Amir recalls the Dad in the son...

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