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The idea for The Girl in the Garden grew out of a single image I saw in a dream. It happened one night during a trip to Kerala, India, in the winter of 2004.
We were staying in the rambling farmhouse where my father grew up, a place I had often visited as a child. Growing up, The Secret Garden was one of my favorite novels, and whenever I came here, I felt like Mary at Misselthwaite Manor, stepping into a culturally confusing world full of strange new discoveries. The verdant jungles, wild and untended, were the perfect place to uncover buried secrets.
One evening after sunset, a group of my relatives headed to the village temple. The temple idols were bathed in the glow of flickering torches, while bells rang and sticks of incense burned. One of my cousins grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the swarm of worshippers and guiding me toward the remnants of a stone wall, with a vast green field just beyond, and an ancient-looking well at its center.
"People say that well is haunted by a yekshi," whispered my cousin with a smirk, "A ghost." She was in her late teens, too old to believe in such things, as was I, and while I knew that she was pointing it out more as a curiosity than as something to be feared, the moment was nonetheless arresting.
I lay in bed that night, thinking about the field and the well, and as I drifted into sleep, a tree with branches covered in red flowers entered the picture. I dreamed of two little girls huddling under the tree and the petals of the flowers showering down around them. When I awoke, I could not let go of that image, so I began to think about who those little girls were and why they were huddled under the tree.
The stirrings of a story growing in my mind caused me to see India in a new way. The village, the paddy fields, the Ayurvedic hospital that my grandfather, had founded--they all became characters, as well as the house.
My grandmother had recently passed away, and this was the first time we had returned without her. Her absence was palpable. The house seemed to have degenerated.
I never had the chance to meet my grandfather, who died when I was ten days old, but from stories I knew that he was a hero to his children and a man with enormous compassion for his patients. My grandmother had been the purest, most loving woman I had ever met. In their passing, something incalculably precious was lost--a sense of family history that having grown up thousands of miles away, I only rarely felt when I had wandered as a child through those old rooms. The house had fallen, not, like Ashoka, as a result of poisonous secrets, but from the inevitable passage of time.
Thus began Rakhee’s journey.
I was hooked after reading the sample that Amazon offers free but, in the end the book disappointed me. Read morePublished 29 days ago by Vasantha K. Rao
I loved it !! enjoyed getting to know the characters and the cultural differences. it was a fascinating adventure following them on their journey to find the truth. Read morePublished 8 months ago by Elaine Senn
This is a well written and beautifully constructed story which contrasts lifestyles in a US city with the traditions and superstitions of a small village in rural India. Read morePublished 9 months ago by book diva
Intriguing. It kept your attention as a young girl was plunged into a different world during her summer vacation and it changed her whole life for the better!Published 16 months ago by Nona Pearce Gregory
I loved this book because it combines fairy tale with real life events! This book has twist events and it keeps you thinking fast about what's going to happen next. Great read!Published 18 months ago by M. Fairfield
Had me glued to the book at first, but ultimately didn't like the ending. Left me sad and very disappointed.Published 18 months ago by Jennifer vassallo
This is a phenomenal debut novel, written from the perspective of an 11 year old girl who travels to an India that for her is both home and foreign. Read morePublished 18 months ago by Rahul Parmar