The weekend that passed by was quite a boring one, as I spent my time alone at home. The kids had a weekend getaway at a friend’s place, and the spouse was out at work. Having nothing much to do, and not in a frame of mind for a heavy read, I picked up Three Thousand Stitches by Sudha Murty. I had seen the book listed in the non-fiction category in the HT Nelson top 10 list. And, having read Sudha’s earlier books, it seemed to be the perfect read for the lazy weekend. Sudha Murty’s stories have always been inspiring, and most of them have a nice take away, something that gives food for thought. Simple and honest narrations, her personal anecdotes on life are indeed heart-warming.
“I can give you many examples of people who may not have studied much but have done well for themselves because they believed they could.”
― Sudha Murty,
Three Thousand stitches is essentially a collection of eleven short stories, inspired from Sudha Murty’s life and her work done through the Infosys Foundation. Through the book she throws light on the exceptional work done by the foundation, candid thoughts and her journey as a philanthropist. From her work and its impact on the Devadasi community in rural Karnataka, her trials and tribulations as the only female student in engineering college, to everyday struggles and joys, these stories speak volumes on her understanding of life and around. She unmasks the beauty and the ugliness of human nature, and shows the meaning of existence.
Written in the simplest form of narration, it is a breezy read, one that you would probably finish in a couple of hours. However despite all this, it lacked luster. The stories didn’t really pull that emotional chord in my heart. I appreciated the messages that it put forth, however as a non-fiction reader, it didn’t leave a lasting impact, It seemed more like her own rant, than bringing about points to ponder over, which it should otherwise do.
Single dimensional narration and a very plain Jane book, it read more like a book of facts rather than a non-fiction. Sudha Murty’s earlier collections of short stories have been far better.
Read my earlier review of The mother I never knew by Sudha Murty.