I wonder what Kasturba would have thought of this book. It’s written from her perspective, but not really. It reads like a character study, but not really. The writer says, “This is a work of fiction, as is clearly stated on the copyright page and I don’t see why there should be any controversy. My Kastur is a fictional character bound within the domain of documented history. She may speak and behave in a manner that may appear out of place, but let us not forget that this is how I have chosen to paint her, through the realm of my imagination.” The mere fact that the author had to say it out loud makes it read like an apology. Clinical psychologist and the best-selling author of the book 12 Rules For Life Jordan Peterson says, “If you can’t understand why someone is doing something, look at the consequences of their actions, whatever they might be, and then infer the motivations from their consequences.” This book clearly feels like an attempt to redefine or at least put into a certain perspective the legacy of Mahatma Gandhi. Tragically or comically or tragicomically, this book is more about Mahatma Gandhi than Kasturba, and from the very outset assumes that Kasturba was utterly powerless and had no existence of her own.