The Hindi-Bindi Club
by Monica PradhanPublished on May 1st 2007
Pages: 431
For decades they have remained close, sharing treasured recipes, honored customs, and the challenges of women shaped by ancient ways yet living modern lives. They are the Hindi-Bindi Club, a nickname given by their American daughters to the mothers who left India to start anew—daughters now grown and facing struggles of their own.
The Hindi-Bindi Club
Meenal
Survived breast cancer this year and has found that this experience has opened her mind to things that she would have rejected in the past
Saroj
Had to flee her beloved hometown of Lahore as a child during Partition. Now is considering traveling back to Lahore to find the childhood friends left behind.
Uma
Disowned by her father after marrying an Irish man, she wants to translate her late mother’s poetry from Bengali to English if she can get her relatives to give her access to the journals
The Daughters
Kiran
Meenal’s daughter disappointed her family by marrying a man they disapproved of and then getting a divorce. Now, 5 years later, she is considering a semi-arranged marriage.
Preity
Saroj’s daughter was always the perfect one but she’s haunted by a romance that her mother put a stop to because the man was Muslim.
Rani
Uma’s daughter left her prestigious job to be an artist. Now she isn’t sure that she made the right choice.
The women would have never been friends if they hadn’t ended up in the same university when they came to the U.S. and then all moved to the outskirts of Washington D.C. Their daughters were never friends despite being thrown together all the time. Each of them is now struggling with major life decisions and finds that they need each other.
I expected this book to be much lighter than it was. There are some serious issues here but there are also funny moments.
There are some amazing sounding recipes here. I want to try the rice dish. I can never get rice to taste as good as it does in Indian restaurants.
I enjoy reading of other cultures, even when it is fiction. It gives me an understanding of how their life molded them compared to how my life molded me.