At first glance, Angry River is a simple enough read about the flooding of an island and nearby villages and its impact on Sita, the little girl. But when I sit back and think about it, the story seems to say so much more.
It talks about how life in the rural provinces have to go on despite extreme calamities and how people have no choice but to start afresh after everything they had has gone away for ever. It talks about how flippant nature can be – calm and peaceful one moment and seething with anger the next. It also talks about how strength of character need not be an adult trait alone and about the unsaid but beautiful relationship between a grandchild and grandparents.
And then there is this paradox of the most precious thing of ours also being the most dangerous of all. The tree, the crow, the hens, the river, the doll, Sita . . . everyone/everything in the story held a deeper significance for me. But what I loved most were the last two paragraphs where the author’s words set me thinking about how relatively insignificant we all really are in this world, yet we are at the center of our own private worlds.
To sum it up, Angry River is a beautiful story – simply but elegantly told in a manner that only Ruskin Bond can.