The most striking thing about this book is its very different kind of lingo. It’s the language of a local Muslim village girl of undivided Bengal.. as if the words are just coming out of her mouth and getting printed as text.
Aagunpakhi tells us of growing up of a not-so-literate village lass, pre-independence. She has a life mostly behind the curtains..still we get a pretty clear idea about the scenario, ‘ghare- barire’.. in both the home and the world.. as we turn pages. The story slowly creates tension about the socio-political unrest outside while idly telling how she matured and gained experience of life from family and households at the cozy corner. It is the story of her losing, enduring, finding solace..and finally holding onto her identity and standing up to what she believes of her country.. her identity in her ‘dash’.. even if that meant paying a heavy price.