The diary of Anne Frank: a review

This is a classic book which everyone should read. As a child I read the abridged version but this complete was very different. In the years, my perspective also changed for this book. The abridged version seemed more about the way Anne and how her family managed their life and food rations within an enclosed space and also an emerging friendship between Anne and Peter which the family found amusing. I loved it. I also loved this version but for very different reasons.  This version is more about a teenage girl coming to age and how she deals with internal and external changes. I see similarities between the families hiding in enclosure and  initial covid days. Of course minus the discrimination. One relates to the way Anne craves for fresh air, going out, for company and then also for solitude. It goes on to show Anne growing over a period of time. It shows her as a typical teenager struggling with her parents, the generation gap, initial attraction, exploring the unknown and discovering her sensuality. Would not recommend this complete version for kids below 12.

It may seem darker to them. But would highly recommend it for mid teenagers and above and their parents.  It goes on to show her maturing and changing her perspective over the years.  Loved it for its complete complexities and slight darker edge though. This is a book worth absorbing.

Life comes a full circle

Life seems to have come a full circle these days, right back from my childhood times. That time I was a child, now my son is. I am reminded vividly of those times, especially visits to my Naani's place. It was the best place in world to me then. I am still reminded of sitting on her lap and eating the gol boti (mutton) while she regaled tales from her childhood. Those times remind me strangely of today's scenario and the way life has come back the full circle, though weirdly. Then, the house and neighbourhood itself was very safe where literally everyone knew everyone so no doors were ever locked. It was safe for children to play outside. Today also, within societies it is safe for children to play outside their homes, though noone knows each other. That time, my naani used to call out from her terrace or call up shop keepers whenever she would fancy a kulfi or jalebi. Being the friendly neighbouhood, anything under the sun was available to her at a moments notice. She knew not just the first name but the latest details of all shopkeepers and their families. Today again, we have the shopping world in our fingers tips through different "instamarts". A press of a finger and we receive the order within 15 minutes from milk to gourmet cheesecake. But we care the least to know which shop it was sourced from, let alone the delivery boy's name.

Strange coincidences across the generations. The world grew smaller as we grew apart. 

Somethings that did not change. The love. The people. I lost my naani around similar age as my son lost his nana (my dad). They each dotted their grandchildren similarly and played a significant role in their lives and even fed them similarly. The affection and memories remain. The outer world changed its way of communicating but the hearts that are connected communicate similarly.

Maybe the future will again complete a full circle where we will again know the first names of those around us and call out instead of whatsapping or pinging.