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336 pages, Hardcover
First published February 28, 2023
1992, Madurai, India. Janani knows that unless she bears a son, her future isn’t secure in her husband’s family. She was allowed to keep her first daughter, but the ones who came after were taken away soon after birth and murdered. How long can Janani survive in the face of such a situation, being insecure about herself, her daughter, and her unborn child?
2019, Sydney, Australia. Twenty-five-year old Nila has a secret that she hasn’t told her parents yet. Just when she decides to let them know, her grandfather in India falls ill. On a trip to Madurai, a place she hasn’t visited for more than a decade, Nila discovers that she isn’t the only one with secrets.
The story comes to us in the first person perspective of Nila and third person perspective of Janani.
“The seventh, the only girl, had slipped from his grasp as he swung her at the wall by her little feet. She had transformed into the mother Goddess in the sky above his head, and cursed Kamsa, reminding him of the prophecy that Devaki’s eighth child would kill him. There was no escaping fate.”
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‘The Daughters of Madurai’ is a book I fell in love with, in the very first paragraph of the book itself. I am a fanatical reader but at the same time very critical of what has been written. So, to say that Rajasree did manage to win a five-star review way before I reached the end of the book would and should mean a lot.
Thought eh story is mainly about some women from Madurai -Kadambavanam, it appeals to all daughters of the world. While Janani is the protagonist of the story, for me Sanjay is indeed the silent hero.
The book is an emotional roller coaster ride, and it is not for the faint hearted. Therefore, reader discretion is advisable.
Janani spoke. “Having a daughter,” she said, “is a curse. It’s the same as watering your neighbor’s plants and never your own.”
The main plot of the story is woven around the gruesome tradition of selective feticide and infanticide of the girl child along with the cruelties and the misery of the victimized wives of domestic abuse.

“JANANI KNEW, THE MINUTE THE MIDWIFE PLACED her naked, squalling, soft-as-silk daughter in her arms, that she couldn’t lose this one. An image came to her mind, burying a bundle gone cold and still in the dirt by the young coconut palm. Her hands drew the hated little body closer. Tiny limbs moved in fitful pumps as Janani looked down into a face as round and purple as a mangosteen. The baby’s mouth shifted over the swollen skin of her breast, and her plaintive wail died as she found the nipple and began to feed. Her minute fingers rested against the skin over Janani’s heart.”
The main characters of the book are named appropriately and some with a flavor of irony and sarcastic humiliation. ‘Janani’ the protagonist of the novel means ‘The mother.’ Very vividly suiting her role of a young woman fighting with all her might to safeguard her children while keeping a thousand wounds hidden away in the depths of her heart. ‘Dharshan’ and ‘Vandhana’ meaning a vision of the holy and worship of the holy respectively are indeed the exact opposite of what their names mean.
The narration is written in a rather appealing lullaby rhythm with a soothing rocking movement back and forth between the bitter past and the promising present. The use of present tense and the past tense keeps the reader focused on the book just as a toddler keeps its gaze focused on its mother. It is nearly impossible to keep the book down even for a short period of time because of the suspense the author has managed to incorporate into the story. In one aspect the truth and how the lives unfold in the story is vividly evident while at the same time it all seems as if we see them through a translucent glass with question upon question popping up about the next revelation.
While being a mesmerizing and excellent debut novel, there are a few hiccups though negligible and has no direct impact on the message conveyed but taint the story. Of those the worst such example is Sanjay’s maternal aunt who happens to be a two-years older twin sister of his mother! “But what was it like for Priya, watching her twin sister dwindle before her while her brother-in-law spent his days treating other people? Vs Seeing them like this, the two of them together, was like looking at his mother reflected in a horribly warped mirror. Priya was vibrant, alive, although she was two years older .”
In the journey of finding love, freedom, and safety a woman deserves Rajashree skillfully attacks the segregation in the society based on religion and cast and playfully laughs at the face of the politician who have failed to keep up with their promises of keeping the girl child safe.
“It is such a terrible thing,” she said instead. “Religion should be a great unifier. Are we not all one before Bhagavan? Whether you call him Bhagavan or Bhagavati, Krishna or Shiva, Allah or Jesus or Buddha. Such hard lives people live, Sanju, that they turn the beauty of God into evil.”
In spite of all the advancements and the progress humanity has managed to achieve, keeping the girls safe and mothers happy is a dream yet to become a reality in most parts of this tiny earth. Many have failed to take proper action against sexual exploitation and oppression of women and to ensure their right for education, freedom, and safety. This book is a welcome step in the right direction to see that dream come true. For a better tomorrow for the women on this earth read this book. As a father of two loving daughters, I myself hope, pray, and demand this change.

The unadulterated joy on her face, the bright laughter in her eyes—he hoped it would never fade. But how uncertain her future was. Or perhaps, it was too certain. Would she be married before she’d become a woman? Have her first child while she herself was still one?
