Milk Teeth

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For Ira and Kartik, though, the old values their parents cling to are burdensome. Karthik is often livid at his parent’s choices. He dreams of being wealthy. I would've definitely appreciated this when I was younger, but there's still a small part of my soft-grunge early internet self that appreciates works of art like this, style over substance, early Sofia Coppola films that erect emotions out of the mundane. You know the ending could've came sooner, but you were there for the vibes because you have your tote bag docs cold brew latte Koss Porta Pro headphones and that one Cigarettes After Sex song on loop that EVERYONE knows but you FEEL more than anyone and you have sTyLe but in actuality look like your entire Tiktok fyp.

Milk Teeth is an intensely personal novel. The telling of a lived history through the lens of love. Those of us who grew up in the India of the 90s will recognise our parents, friends and the pace and rhythm of life the book so wonderfully describes. For me personally, it is amongst the best articulations of how it felt to grow up middle class in an emerging India. Jen played and toured in the DIY punk bands Sauna Youth, Feature, Monotony, Gold Foil and Mind Jail spanning a period of over a decade as both a drummer and a vocalist. This is a jaffer of a novel; absolutely brilliant for a first time author. Loved the way she makes the city a central character in her book, embracing it with all its fears, hopes, prejudices, smells (do read her take on the smell of the sea), its chaos and the constant struggle to find one’s own voice within it. I am not much of a book reviewer, but i must say that this is a novel with poetry all over. With unironic uses of stars and constellations that propel plot and navigate our narrator, I'm not quite sure how many filtered sunsets I needed to read through to get to any meaning whatsover. I have always loved cities as much as I loved people and how! Reading this book felt like writing a letter to all the places and people I once prized (and still do). Sadness thus is simply the unavoidable aftermath. Gloom tails where love goes.The book captures Mumbai in all its glory and gloom with the situations that governed the city during those times. Sublime descriptions of the city and its grandeur make the reader intrigued and proud at the same time. This book is probably the truth written as fiction.

Yes. All of your primary teeth are temporary. You have 20 primary teeth before the development of 32 permanent teeth. Your wisdom teeth will join your permanent teeth at around 17 to 25 years old, but there is no milk tooth for them to replace – they will erupt independently. The story starts with a teenager delivering a note to the tenant asking them to vacant the house and to make the matter more serious, he points a gun made by his two fingers at his forehead baring his intention to the woman of the house whose husband and son weren’t in the house. Andrews deftly covers the toxic diet and body culture of the early 2000s with our young protagonist, who, for most of her life, has been subjected to this culture from magazines, television shows, friends and family in her life etc. The book is heavy with heartbreak, loneliness, want and desire, but there's plenty of love and positivity too.

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I suppose the best I can come up with is that it is just about Mumbai, about growing up with and in the then Bombay - of its people, their homes and their relationships and how the manic metropolis envelopes all of them in its all-pervasive ether and touches them, impacts them and changes them in ways they don't realise and in ways they can't control. The sag continues well into Kartik’s part of the story — big chunks of it just feel redundant. You don’t really want to know about his grandfather and how he came to settle in Matunga, or of Kartik’s own boyhood struggles. Can you write a simile?' I ask him. ‘If you had to compare pizza to something, what would you compare it to?' We lay in the wet grass in the park, catching stars on the ends of our eyelashes. My new friends said things like, 'This park has a bad heart,' or 'the sky is falling down,' and I knew what they meant, lacing my fingers through theirs and running through the lavender dawn, our long coats flying out behind us.' ha hahahahahahaaaa hahaaaaa haa what Bombay’ is not merely the former appellation of the present ‘Mumbai’. It is a word that has the ability to ignite a strange mesh of emotions — passion, love, nostalgia, and anger that stems from having no control over one’s own history and as a result, one’s future too. Where we live is not merely a piece of geographic detail in a mass of other surplus information that surrounds us at all times; it’s integral to who we are, how we perceive ourselves and even shapes the dreams and hopes that seep into our subconscious as we live and breathe the city and its minutiae.