Puthu, short for Puthilath Parasuraman, hails from an upper-class family that owns a brick kiln in Palakkad, Kerala. He is the youngest of a long list of siblings, and his parents had stopped caring about parenting by the time Puthu was born. One mishap while smoking in a shed with his only friend Muthu ends up setting fire to the shed and killing Muthu in the process. Puthu's family sends him packing to a rubber plantation in British Malay out of shame, hoping people will forget the incident if he stays away for a bit. Even though he gets abused by Thiruvar in the beginning and has to live a hard life, he soon gets recused by the kindness of the Maxwells of the Jacaranda House. At the Jacaranda house, he helps Justine and Oliver with accounts and documentation, soon becoming their favourite. He pulls Krishnan out of that dump, a friend he made on the ship from Palakkad to Malay, to take up a job as a chef at the Jacaranda House. Another fire turns their lives around, and they leave for Singapore, where they build a life for themselves. In no time, Puthu and Krishnan will become each other's found family and start building their own families. They become established businessmen, Krishnan falls in and out of love with Pushpa, Puthu marries his betrothed Gayathri, they have kids, there's infidelity committed and convenient deaths.
I loved the idea of found family and thought it was intriguing. The book was well written in terms of its language and references, but simultaneously, the author skimped through important references. I will not scrutinise the ending, though it felt too rushed and convenient; it did not ruin the experience for me. I felt the author could have explored the caste/class discrimination, the amazing food scene, the geopolitical situation in Singapore at that time, and Puthu's sexuality more. Puthu is shown as an asexual person in the beginning, but this is not explored further in the book, even though the question of Puthu's sexuality arises on multiple occasions later on, like his having no interest in women or men even as he approaches his 30s or his lack of interest in sexually pleasing or engaging in sexual activities with his wife Gayathri, which eventually leads to her committing infidelity and not feeling guilty about it. Maybe the author intended Puthu to be a mysterious person until the end. I love historical fiction as it gives you a better understanding of a country, culture and its people, but there was very little of that in this book.
There were parts in the book where I craved to be transported to the Serangoon of the 1900s, to be acquainted with these people, to have curry puffs and kopi at their store, to have the special menu at the Anna Vilasam, or to have crispy thosais at Malati Amma's shop. That being said, some parts of it had my heart, albeit the poorly executed ending.