The Shadow Lines (Hardcover)

In 1939, thirteen years before I was born, my father's aunt, Mayaderent to England with her husband and her son, Tridib.
It startles me now to discover how readily the name comes off my pen as 'Mayadebi', for I have never spoken of her thus; not aloud at any rate: as my grandmother's only sister, she was always Maya-thakuma to me. But still, from as far back as I can remember, I have known her, in the secrecy of my mind, as 'Mayadebi' as though she were a well-known stranger, like a filmstar or a politician whose picture I had seen in a newspaper.
Perhaps it was merely because I knew her very little, for she was not often in Calcutta. That explanation seems likely enough, but I know it to be untrue. The truth is that I did not want to think of her as a relative: to have done that would have diminished her and her family-I could not bring myself to believe that their worth in