Book Review
Title: The Witch in the
Peepul Tree
Author: Arefa Tehsin
Publisher:
HarperCollins India, 2023
Pages: 327
There is no witch in this novel and the peepul tree
hardly plays any role. Both the witch and the peepul are metaphors. In the
words of one of the characters, “There is an evil influence in this house,
something which is not human.” The house belongs to Dada Bhai who is an
exceptionally benevolent human being. His beautiful wife Mena is as good too
and she has devoted her life to such noble social causes as empowerment of
women and education of girls. Yet there is something sinister about their
house. There may be a witch lurking in the heart of the best of people.
This novel is set on the Makar
Sankranti day of 1950 in the historical city of Udaipur. The entire plot
unfolds in that one single day. In the afternoon of that day, Dada Bhai’s young
son discovers the dead body of his 16-year-old sister Sanaz in her room. Did
the living witch in the peepul tree take the young girl?
Before the police arrive, we are
taken back in time to the morning of the Makar Sankranti day. We get to meet
all the important characters in that morning. Meet Rao Sahib, the Zamindar, who
shares the bloodline with none less than the Maharana of Mewar. His libido is
good enough for dozens of wives though he has only four of them. There are a
few concubines to compensate for the shortage. We are given clear insights into
the unjust zamindari system of the time.
Dada Bhai’s mother, Sugra, has her
own schemes and strategies to keep her control over the members of the family.
She believes that the witch in the peepul tree is her ally.
There are people from the low castes
too who open up for us the pathetic conditions of such people in the nascent
days of independent India. There is Parijat, a young nightsoil worker, whose
half-formed breasts are fondled by the elder Rao Sahib who is on his deathbed.
Untouchability is only in public life. In reality, the entire caste system was
created for facilitating the easy exploitation of some people by a few others.
“We were born in drains,” as Parijat’s husband tells her, “we will die in
drains. There are no seven upper worlds for us. Only the seven under worlds –
the seven hells.” Those who try to disrupt that well-established system will
only bring troubles – as Parijat’s brother, Valmiki, is doing by abandoning his
caste and joining the Congress Party.
We also meet Nathu, a tribesman. The
free India didn’t make the life of his people any better. Nathu knows that “His
jungle tribe would always be lesser people. Secondary. Tertiary. Or whatever
came after that. They had been exploited, abused and preyed upon for centuries.
They would be, for time to come. Theirs was the story history would repeat but
never change; always leave it without a happy ending. Over centuries, their
hearts had turned porous, not able to hold the flood of suffering. These people
of the forest had learnt to handle death and loss as the city people had
termed: practically.”
The plot moves seamlessly between
history and fiction. The characters are all well-developed and enchanting in
their own unique ways, rooted firmly in their own peculiar soils. Apart from
the ones already mentioned above is Hariharan who is quite like Shakuni Mama of
the Mahabharat. But towards the end of the novel, we get to know why Hariharan
became what he is; and we sympathise with him in spite of his shadiness.
The first half of the novel moves at a
slow pace making us meet all these charming characters. Charming doesn’t
mean good. It is only in the second half that we return to the murder
and its mysteries. The witch turns out to be a real person. There is a witch
present in all of us, probably. The novel succeeds brilliantly in holding up a
mirror to ourselves too while it takes us through a rather complex labyrinth of
the struggling good and the marauding evil and the helpless mediocre.
A lot of Hindi and Urdu words appear
on almost every page making it a little difficult to read for those who are not
familiar with those languages and their cultures. Look at this sentence, for
example: “She shifted on her janamaz, spread on the sitting area by the
jharokha, and resumed rolling her tasbi.”
In spite of all that, the novel is a
delight to read. Read it slowly and enjoy its unique music. There’s music in
the narrative too. For instance: “They could take her life, but not her name.
Not the fireflies that pulled the strings of constellations at night as she lay
watching them emerge from the holed roof of her hut.”
This novel takes us back to the India
of 1950s. At least some parts of India. It is a journey worth undertaking. It
is as provocative as it is haunting. The witch is real!
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She haunts India today too! :)
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ReplyDeleteI agree the first half read like a slow burn, the story taking its own sweet time to cook, and the real thrill comes in the 2nd half. I enjoyed the book too.
ReplyDeleteIn spite of the slowness, the book catches hold of us.
DeleteThank you for the lovely review!
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure. Glad you liked it.
Delete*Spoiler ahead*
ReplyDeleteWhat do you think about the ending? I'm sorta confused though I liked the book. Did Mena Bai accidentally kill her? Does Sugra with her deal with hijra has a hand in this plot? What about Hariharan? Did he just say that or is he involved in Sanaz's death?