men weren’t the only heroes who carried us to freedom. but history likes its stories simple. it prefers men with speeches and slogans, men with flags, men with guns. it conveniently forgets the women, or leaves them standing in the shadows, as though bravery only belonged to half the country.
a shimla affair reminded me of everything history tries to erase. this book is about women who dared to want more when the world wanted less from them. women who lived, loved, and resisted. women who wanted to free, no matter the cost.
the story is rooted in shimla at the cusp of independence, that strange time when the british empire was crumbling but still clinging on. there’s an air of suspense in every page - what will happen to the country, what will happen to these people, what will happen to love in the middle of rebellion. and yet, what i found most striking was how human it all felt. the rebellion, the politics, the love, the longing ; none of it was grand. it was lived in drawing rooms, in hushed whispers, in stolen glances across crowded spaces.
what i love about srishti’s writing is the way it feels so unapologetically indian. most of the time, books set here make me cringe a little, probably because i read to escape, and reading about home doesn’t let me do that. but with her, it’s different. the indianness in her stories feels like that old worn blanket i carried around as a kid. just warm and familiar.
another thing is she doesn’t flatten her characters into one dimensional monoliths. they’re not just “freedom fighters” or “romantic leads.” they’re complicated, flawed, brave, selfish, and tender. i especially loved that the women were never ornamental. they weren’t there to prop up the men or to be sacrificed at the altar of the nation. they were thinkers, doers, lovers, fighters in their own right. reading them felt like reclaiming voices history had tried so hard to bury and often succeeded.
and then there’s the romance. we all know how judgemental i can be about that despite my best attempts to remain rational. i went in expecting it to be either a side note or downright infuriating. but the romance here felt necessary ( rare occurrence for me ). because what is rebellion if not the insistence on living fully? giving up the one you love so your country could be free is an enormous sacrifice. to love in a time like that is also resistance. to say, “i will not only fight, i will also feel,” is its own kind of bravery. the addition of romance in this story only made the magnitude of these women’s sacrifices feel even greater.
the book also doesn’t shy away from the politics of the time. the way the british deliberately planted seeds of division through religion, knowing it would weaken the country from within. it’s written as history, but it’s impossible not to feel how close it cuts to the present.
i kept thinking, as i read, how rare it is to find a book that shows history not just as big events, but as everyday choices. the small, human acts of courage that never make it into textbooks. the women who smuggled letters, who whispered news, who held families together while still dreaming of freedom. the ones who risked their names, their reputations, their lives. this book shines a light on them, even if only through fiction.
by the end, i felt both moved and unsettled. grateful for the reminder, but also angry at how much we’ve lost by erasing women from our stories. how easily history pretends they weren’t there. this book made me sit with that anger, but it also gave me pride. because the truth is, we’ve always been brave. brave enough to love, brave enough to rebel, brave enough to be forgotten and still keep on fighting to be free. maybe that’s the real spirit of girlhood. the stubborn, unstoppable hunger for freedom, no matter the cost.
i gave this book 4.7 ⭐️ and i recommend it to everyone.
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just finished the book and i loved it. at one point i was practically sitting on my hands to stop myself from racing through it. it’s part thriller, part struggle for freedom, with a touch of romance that ( surprisingly for me) really worked. the male lead wasn’t insufferable (a rare win), and none of the characters made those frustratingly wrong choices that usually pull me out of a story. what i love most, though, is srishti’s storytelling voice - it always feels like you’ve asked someone to tell you a really good story, and they’re spinning it out just for you. this one unfolded like a film in my head. more in my review soon, but for now: highly recommend. 4.7 ⭐️