Read Along Part 4: Where Atul and Sugandha Finally Meet

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As always, there may be spoilers for chapters 31 through the end of the book in this read along.


Sugandha — Chapter 31

Sugandha, after masquerading as a boy for so long, finds joy in plucking a jasmine from a bush and tucking it into her hair. That heavenly smell of jasmine, nestled in her dark hair like a bright moon against a dark sky, is a picture Sugandha wants to paint, even if only for herself, with no admirers around. Sometimes, absence makes us yearn for things we took for granted. When I work from home and the days blur together, sometimes a little lip gloss goes a long way in lifting my spirits. That is the feeling I wanted to leave with Sugandha.

I liked this metaphor: “Each day, the moon grew like a pregnant woman’s belly.” It seemed apt for the dilemma Sugandha is in. And what do you think of what Sugandha’s grandfather taught her, and what he omitted? There are clues to her past in this chapter, and also to what he was preparing her for. Those answers begin to surface in Curse of the River.

The scene at the river with Sugandha, Parvati, and her husband is one of my favorites in this book. I wanted to showcase how Sugandha’s innocence about the marital bed, and her desperation to survive, come together like the ingredients of a fine Indian dish. Sugandha achieving her goal with no idea of how or why was fantastic to write. I wanted readers, who obviously have more worldly experience than our sixteen-year-old protagonist in medieval India, to understand exactly what is happening, while Sugandha remains entirely clueless. Did I pull it off?

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The River Chronicles: Chapters 11–20 (Crocodiles, Curses, and the Scent of Ghee)

Welcome back to the banks of the river, travelers. If you are just joining us, you’ll want to start at the very beginning. You can find my notes for the Prologue through Chapter 10 right here.

And of course, it is much more fun if you have the story in your hands (or your ears!). If you haven’t yet, you can grab the book here or listen to it on Audible.


Spoiler Warning

We are diving deep into the heart of the story today. If you aren’t caught up through Chapter 20, proceed with caution!

Chapter 11: Crocodiles and Unwanted Affections

In Chapter 11, Sugandha learns a hard lesson: being a hero is exhausting. There is truly no better way to discover the limits of your own magic than while fighting for your life against a crocodile.

But the real “plight” for our protagonist isn’t just the giant, prehistoric beast. It’s the unwanted attention that comes afterward. Because she is disguised as a boy, she earns the admiration of a young woman who starts eyeing her as a future husband. In that moment, can you really blame Sugandha for wishing the crocodile had just finished the job?

No such luck for her, though. I have plenty more ordeals waiting around the bend.

The Cost of Deception

One of my favorite things to explore is the psychological toll of a lie. Sugandha is living as a boy, learning the grueling, beautiful art of swordmaking. These chapters give her a brief respite, a moment of “normal” work, but the guilt is starting to rot.

Her emotions are a mess. She feels terrible for deceiving Parimala, yet she aches for the life she left behind. I wanted to capture that specific longing a girl feels when she has not worn a dress or makeup or jewels in ages. In this medieval world, it is craving for Kajal under her eyes and the scent of jasmine flowers woven into her hair. Every deception runs its course eventually, and Sugandha is beginning to realize that her safety is a very fragile thing.

A Childhood Memory: The Magic of Ghee

Food is the soul of my stories. In this chapter, Sugandha is served extra ghee over her white rice, and writing that took me straight back to my own childhood.

Ghee originated in India over three thousand years ago. In that hot climate, butter would go rancid almost instantly. By heating it to remove the water and milk solids, our ancestors created “ghrita” (Sanskrit for clarified butter), a fat with a long shelf life and a heavenly scent.

Beyond the kitchen, ghee became sacred. It is the purest offering to the gods, used in yagnas (fire rituals) to carry prayers to the heavens. 

Favorite Line: > “I felt like I climbed a giant ladder whose rungs shattered with each step I took.”

Read the rest of the behind the scenes of Sugandha’s deception, Atul’s insecurity, and the ancient Tamil ethics that guide my writing on my Substack.