IT strikes you, when you read Anjana Menon’s Onam in a Nightie, of how quickly one gets used to things one had marvelled at not so long ago. When you live in a place for months or years on end, you forget a lot of what you have around you.
Anjana, who is visiting Kerala from Delhi, in her book reminds a reader in Kerala that this is what you have in your state. For others, she paints a cosy picture without throwing adjectives to suggest anything.
All she does, in true journalistic style, is present the story she saw.