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Given the tragic nature of the story, I'm sorry to say it didn't hold my interest. It drags in the beginning and has holes in it that made me ask many questions, which are never really answered. The biggest being how can Tara, with no obvious income, afford to spend so much time looking for Mukta? What was her life in America like? Perhaps I missed something. I found the writing uneven and confusing: in the first chapter, 'the sky thundered and rain rammed the rooftops', 'a stray slant of sunlight fell on furniture', 'the rain was falling softly', 'it began drizzling as I stepped outside', 'raining very hard when the taxi came to a stop' - was it storming or was it not? When the story dragged on and on, with characters coming and going, not being thoroughly developed, I skipped to the end. I think it's telling that I understood the ending without needing to read half the book.