I just got a crazy headache right now. Gonna go nurse it. Damn that Skanky Rachel. Though it was funny to think that I must have bruised up Skanky Rachel; funny enough to at least put me in a better mood. Esha, my child, you must really not stay out so late at night, she began. She was warming up to lecture me again. I thought it best to stop her before she got too far. I just graduated, so I went out to celebrate a little with friends.
Not today," I pleaded. Glad to hear you say that. I asked between mouthfuls. Oh, how I dreaded this topic, and my loud sigh reflected that. I would rather have listened to another lecture on partying too late. Mom, you know I have nothing more to say on that subject. But I do, Esha. He is your father, and today we are going to discuss it, she said, sounding very adamant.
I opened my mouth to object, but she held up a hand and continued. He has worked hard his entire life so that he can give you a life without complaints. He deserves your respect, and I wish that you would show him some. I do have complaints against him. Many complaints! That is not the truth! I slammed my fists on the table as I stood up. The anger was rising within me.
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I could barely control my voice. Just thinking about it made my palms sweaty, my insides jittery. This always happened, and she just could not let it go. Today I had to let my thoughts out. I could not continue with the stress of burying my true feelings. If she insisted on bringing up this subject, then today I was going to give her what she wanted. The truth, Mother, is something that you know very well, and that I had to find out by sheer coincidence.
Why, Mom? What difference does it make?
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The truth is still what it is. My father still has another family! I spat the words out. It was revolting to think about, let alone to say it out loud. He has us here, while he keeps a wife and son in India! Why is that? Why are you quiet about his indecency? There it was. Her eyes watered, and she turned away from me. I regretted that remark the moment I let it escape my lips. As much as it pained me to think about what my father had done, a part of me still felt sorry for my mother. Esha, enough is enough.
She spoke ever so softly now. If you knew the whole truth, you would not feel this way. She quickly cut herself off, as if she had said something she did not intend. What are you talking about? Yet I still could not calm my own anger.
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Discussing my father was an explosive issue for me. Just leave it alone. This you must, Esha. This you must. Her voice was almost as low as a whisper now, but she continued. I have been bound by a promise I made to your father before you were even born. I cannot bear to see your relationship with him deteriorate any further.
I cannot bear to hear you say such horrible things about him, treat him with the neglect that you show him every single day then watch him weep at night, unable to correct the image that you have of him. I think that it is time I told you the whole truth. I sat back down in my chair and braced myself. I never really knew what the nurse said to my mother over the phone, or what she heard as she desperately clutched the receiver. All I heard were two words that kept replaying over and over again in my head as we burst through the doors of the hospital emergency room:.
We later found out there had been a collapse at the mill. As his colleagues tried to explain the scenario, I sat quietly overwhelmed with disbelief and with fearful thoughts rushing through my mind. I only managed to pick up a few words that were being said.
Something about a stack of logs, Hit his head. These words became jumbled in my head, and I became even more confused. I was lost. I had no clue what I was to do, what to expect, or how I was to behave. All I knew was that the man I called Daddy was lying in a room, not knowing if he was going to live or die. Doctors were claiming that they could do no more.
The man that I had barely said two words to in months was now disappearing rapidly before my eyes, and I could only sit there, trembling with fear and plagued by memories of our past. I could feel the fear slowly taking control of me. The terrifying sensation made its way up from the tip of my toes, flowing up through my legs, then it was in my arms, my stomach and my chest.
I was silently drowning in fear. Nor did I notice when my sister and her husband came running down the corridor. Her voice was soft, yet it carried a firm and urgent undertone. I got up and slowly forced one foot in front of the other, making it through the doorway and finding my way to his bedside.
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His hands were bandaged, and his face was badly swollen. It was an incredibly scary sight at first. He was marked by nasty cuts and bruises, and his body looked broken. As I studied his face closely, I could barely find traces of the man I knew to be my father. It was hardly a sound.
Less than a whisper, but it was all I could manage at first. I held his hand and said it once more, trying hard to find my strength. I felt his hand twitch. He slowly moved his eyelids until he finally managed to open them. For a moment, I almost thought I saw him attempt a weak smile. Perhaps it was just a wince from the pain he must have been feeling. Daddy, do you hear me? He nodded and tried to speak, but at that point the pain was clearly visible on his face.
I hushed him softly and told him not to push himself. You have to rest. Seeing him in this state made our problems seem almost trivial, but I still could not forgive him. He very well could be on his deathbed, and the horrible truth of his past had kept us apart for months. So much time had been wasted between us. He gently squeezed my hand, giving me courage to continue. No matter the reason, I am sad that we have lost out on so many months together. Seeing you here like this, Dad.
My words lost their strength, and I sobbed quietly. I now felt the enormity of the situation. He squeezed my hand tighter this time, but instead of just being an encouraging gesture, it felt rushed, as if he was trying to tell me to hurry. So I obliged. Daddy, I realize how much. I love you and need you. Please forgive me. Moments earlier, I had been questioning whether or not I could forgive him for his secrets, and now I had just asked him to forgive me.
He opened his mouth to speak, and his pain was terribly evident. Despite my attempts to persuade him to stay quiet, he eventually found his own words through his pain. I have not been honest with you. He squeezed my hand again.
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You are my little princess. I lovedddddd this book!!! I found that i related alot to the main character, Esha. Being from east indian descent, raised in Canada. I loved going through this journey with her, discovering her roots. It was a little bit of an emotional rollercoaster for me Jul 19, G rated it it was amazing. This book is one of my favourites! Nav manages to drag the reader in and keep them hooked until the very last page. The sikh genocide and assassination of Indira Gandhi was completely horrific. The raw emotions in this book made me feel like as if I was present there with Esha.
Aside from the serious situation, Nav manages to incorporate a sweet, and definitely beautiful, love story.
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I could not get enough of Esha and Angad! Definitely a recommendation for all. Mar 12, Jay Readworthington rated it it was amazing. This is possibly one of the best books I've ever read.
The plot is rich with historical and political information. I also found the main character very like-able and I could relate to her situation well. Jan 17, Amonique 'angelina' rated it it was amazing. Brilliant book- from the way its written to the characters themselves. A real page turner.
It opens your eye to the tragic events of and the killings of many Sikhs. Akashdeep Singh rated it it was amazing Apr 14, Sat Chima rated it really liked it Apr 13, Jasmine Jajwan rated it liked it Feb 10, G rated it it was amazing Mar 27, Gurpreet rated it really liked it Apr 30, Diljit rated it really liked it Apr 16, Dundurn Press rated it it was amazing Apr 03, Jia Samra rated it it was amazing Apr 21, T rated it it was amazing Apr 30, Navtej rated it it was amazing Oct 08, Judy rated it it was amazing Jul 30, Suhana Kaur rated it really liked it Mar 24, Gurpreet rated it it was amazing Dec 20, Joty rated it liked it Feb 10, Gurleen Kaur rated it really liked it Apr 01, M rated it it was amazing Apr 29, Thulshan rated it liked it Jul 25, Forced to follow traditions she has denied her whole life and fighting the temptations of an unlikely love interest, Esha must now confront her new reality.
As she comes to understand her heritage, she also becomes a victim of the highly unstable political climate in Delhi. Prime Minister Indira Gandhi has just been assassinated, political tensions rise, and now only one chant can be heard:? Esha must fight to survive the three days of brutal chaos that erupts throughout Delhi in the aftermath of the prime minister's assassination. Part OneDiscovery. Part ThreeAcceptance.