A story about a poor Indian Household, told through the eyes of a child Opu that moves you with its realism and authenticity. In parts very much like R K Narayan filled with the bitter sweetness of the hum drum lives the characters leave. The major difference is the view point of a child who notices things without understanding them. His life , His play his imagination. His interactions with his sister. The fate of his sister is tragic, I didn't like it.
The translators chose to translate names as the Bengali pronounciation (so we have Horihor,Opu,Shuresh etc.) which was funny at first but now lends authenticity to the tale.
And the end , a new beginning.
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