Yesteryear and the house that wasn’t mine| India News
Dear Reader, The family house, painting by my daughter Yesterday, a stranger walks into our house. A tall man with a sunburned face and heavy-set eyes, he takes off his chappals at the doorway and proceeds to walk in, casually and matter-of-factly. Our dog barks when he first appears, but now she quietens down too. I am about to walk upstairs with my laptop and Yesteryear, the book everyone is talking about. The story of Natalie, a tradwife influencer, who lives on a sprawling Midwest-style farm, with a red barn and cows and chickens, and makes her living selling farmhouse products like mahogany tables, aprons, and raw milk. She has many online followers, but she gets plenty of hate too, from the “Angry Women” feminists who condemn her for being happy producing many children and spending her life doing domestic chores. Early in the book, something drastic happens: her home is no longer her home. It looks the same in many ways, but it appears she has gone back to a time when she is …
