As I loiter around the house trying to find any kind of healthy snack to fill up the constant hunger in my mind, I decide to write a review on this book I’ve come across that was recommended by a lovely lady at my book club. The private life of Mrs. Sharma hardly feels a beginning. It picks up casually from a routine and crosses freely into a mother’s home and her life. Before I pen this down I must must admit I was a little skeptical about starting this sea green paperback beauty. I was afraid it will just be another one of those books where this woman contemplates her decisions. But no. This woman Renu assumes control over bits of her life that you will wonder was it ever this easy like she makes it out to be. Bobby her son makes her weak. The men, the worries make her weak. After fighting all her intuitions to not give in to the demands of her duties, she caves. She rises and yet she still has her priorities at the end.
Renu is a working woman, who lives with her in-laws and her son. Her husband is a doctor who has moved to Dubai to create a better living standard for his family. Amongst the routine, Renu meets a man on the metro. This man is not who he says he is. He is more.
As I contemplate about Renu, she is not just a mother though.