‘My parents have been picking flowers their entire life. I hate picking flowers.’
The opening lines and the heap of pink flowers welcome you to no ordinary ‘flower picking’ but a metaphor for something rather stark – manual scavenging.
‘किताबें झांकती हैं बंद अलमारी के शीशों से’, read Gulzar in one of his poems. As I re-read it, I wondered if these ‘band almaris’ had been open. If they had been open, has everyone consumed the pleasure of books before the almirahs closed? Will they be open forever?
Nani Chali Tahalne is a chain tale. It can also be called a repetitive tale. There is a chain of places which Nani visits with her grandson “Vanky”. Each time she visits a place she describes it with a new name based on her memory of that place. I used the book with children of Grades 1 to 4 and observed that children were able to experience and understand the story.