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                 Ajeet Cour’s AutoBiogrAphy drAws                             Cour managed to find a suitable
                 out vArious hues of her own life                             place to call her own and it’s best to
                                                                              quote her on ‘how’ this happened.
                                                                              ‘Indira Gandhi had asked me to com-
                 In the crowd of autobiographies, Ajeet Cour’s Weaving Water   pile a directory of Indian women
                 is a refreshing change as it brings out all the colours of the   in April 1975, for a women’s confer-
                 author’s life. The book delves on how the author survived an   ence in Mexico. During that period,
                                                                              I met Gandhi several times, and one
                 obstacle-ridden life journey, writes Humra QuraisHi          morning she invited me for break-
                                                                              fast. She asked me what I did, and I
                      f you are under the assump-  points in her life. Her words have   told her about my writing and also
                      tion that it is just your life   such an impact that one is com-  about the school for girls from the
                      which has been overbur-  pelled to sit back and reflect on    slums that used to run in a DDA flat
                      dened with far too many   how hard it gets for a divorced   in Saket, which Daarji had bought
                      turns and twists then it is   woman to survive in a society    for Candy. Gandhi told me to visit a
                 I about time you pick up a copy  like ours.                  vocational school in Nizamuddin
                 of the recently launched autobiog-  It is also a survivor’s story. She   and see how they ran it. I became
                 raphy of Ajeet Cour. ‘Weaving Water’  learnt to face each one of those   very interested in starting a similar
                 (Speaking Tiger) where this novelist   hurdles and sorrows with not just   school. Gandhi wrote to Jagmohan,
                 has weaved in the varying patterns   a strong conviction but with an   who was the vice — chairman of
                 to her life.                  undying determination. The reasons  DDA at that time (1975), and asked
                   Written in the most uncompli-  behind Ajeet Cour’s survival could   him to allot a plot of land in the Siri
                 cated of ways, its one of those auto-  be several but during my interac-  Fort area, which was then a jungle…’
                 biographies which bare the utmost.   tions with her what struck me the   After I completed reading Ajeet
                 In the Indian scenario, this comes as   most was her very personality. If   Cour’s autobiography, I kept sitting
                 a refreshing change. In the last few   she wasn’t equipped with grit and   and introspecting how only a few
                 years, I have read autobiographies of  determination she couldn’t have had  amongst us manage to fight. To
                 several personalities who insist on   the nerves to take the decision to   quote Ajeet Cour on this, “Pain and
                 harping only on the positives of their  walk out of an abusive marriage and  loneliness hold in them the ultimate
                 professional lives and shy away from  manage to live life at her own terms.  truth of what life is. Regrettably,
                 mentioning any of the personal   It was only after a while that Ajeet  the essence of either of the two is
                 lows. But, Ajeet Cour, has written                           not easily amenable to being
                 details about her abusive marriage,                          shared with others. Every individual
                 her fallout with her own family,                ‘Weaving     has to endure his or her own pain,
                                                                 Water- an
                 the struggles she faced as a single          autobiography’  and loneliness, in a way pertinent
                 mother trying to raise two girls and           by: Ajeet Cour  to him or her alone. The only dif-
                 then the loss of the younger daugh-          (trAnslAted from the   ference lies in how each one of us
                 ter, Candy.                                   PunjAbi by mAsoomA   carried our cross while manoeu-
                   What is interesting in the book               Ali And meenu   vring the pathways of our moral
                                                                  minoChA)
                 is the starkness with which she              Publisher - speaking tiger  existence.”
                 has narrated each one of the turning             359 pp;  499  She deftly describes her own
                                                                              struggles in these hitting words-‘In
                                                                              actuality I was perched like a muti-
                                                                              lated falcon on the highest, leafless
                                                                              branch of an old, denuded tree hu-
                                                                              miliated, intensely ashamed by the
                                                                              wounds I bore, trying desperately to
                                                                              keep them under cover, traumatized
                                                                              by the terrifying quiet, the over-
                                                                              whelming emptiness, the muted
                                                                              solitude, when unbeknownst  me,
                                                                              my story found voice, my thoughts
                                                                              urged articulation.’

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