Book Reviews

More Than a Memory by Pragya Bhagat

I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review. All thoughts and opinions expressed here are my own.

I love reading poems, especially by women. One of my favorite poets is Warsan Shire. She writes about feminism, immigration, dysfunctional families, and a lot more.

[Related: 9 Warsan Shire quotes that will speak to your soul.]

More Than a Memory is Ms. Bhagat’s first published book of poems, and I can’t wait to read more of her works. I can’t wait until her name becomes as famous as Warsan Shire’s. At least in India!

Goodreads synopsis:

36277222Does injustice bother you? What could loving yourself look like? How can you live with claustrophobia?
“These poems are not just memories,” Pragya writes, “they are my stories.” In More Than a Memory Pragya takes you on a journey of self-discovery, one riddled with more questions than answers, more frustration than beauty. In her honestly-voiced poetry, she celebrates menstruation, compares a Shatabdi train to life, and writes letters to her future self.
While reading her eight intricately worded poems, you may cry, you may giggle, you may feel moved. Most importantly, you will realize how important it is to tell your stories.

Review:

At 74 pages, this book is a really quick read. You can finish it in under half an hour. That is, if like yours truly, you don’t start adding little sticky note stubs to the poems where you started making seal noises. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

In this book of poems, Pragya Bhagat compellingly writes about feminism, skin color, and life in general. My only problem with it? It ended too soon!

Here are some of my favorite parts from the book:

1. When I realized Pragya and I had a lot more in common than I thought:

you knew this then

you know this now

your downfall is your pride

your compulsive need to decide

on your own

to hide your affection behind the ill-fitted disguise

of not needing anyone by your side

2. On creeps on the streets

you’ve managed, with a single stare

to cause my inner strength

to disappear

to cremate my self-respect

on your pyre

of patriarchal power

3. On writing

this

is why

i write

to take the pieces that orbit and clash

and grind in my mind

and give them a path on which to unwind and

fly.

4. On life, which she compares to a journey on the Indian Shatabdi train.

ladies and gentlemen

may i have your attention please

train number one run four two through life

from conception to alleged end

via

the semblance of sanity

which is scheduled to arrive at a time

free of influence

from the alignment of the stars

is running

on time

it is expected to arrive here

at the platform number

listed on your ticket

just like the ticket of the person next to you

so while there’s still some journey left

you might as well turn to your right and begin

with a smile.

Aren’t these really good? Go buy the book today!

And let’s all hope Ms. Bhagat writes more! The world needs as much poetry as it can get.

Grab your copy on:

Amazon India | Amazon US

Rating: 5 out of 5


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11 thoughts on “More Than a Memory by Pragya Bhagat

  1. Wow! It sounds moving! Though I can’t say I’ve ever read a poetry book (the only time I remember reading one was in my first grade for some competition, and don’t get me started on that. It was highly unpleasant.). I’m sure that doesn’t count, but it DID put me off real poetry for a long time. Maybe I should get started☺🙂

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      1. SOOO true. There were a few exceptions here and there (Rabindranath Tagore and Robert Stevenson), but still, most of them are just … dreary. I only hope there’s a stroke of luck or something in next year’s syllabus!

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