Relentless struggles make a successful person. Radhika Lee is no exception. Her memoir Rainbows in my clouds is the ballade of her rise – as a young girl – from her displaced dreams to the successful educationist and entrepreneur that she is today in Nairobi.
I find the spirit of Radhika’s painful migration from her picturesque tiny village Cherai in Kerala to Nairobi in Africa, in these lines of the African-American poet Gwendoly Brooks, from To the Diaspora:
Here’s some sun. Some.
Now off into the places rough to reach.
Radhika set out for Africa charting rough paths and reached there. There, her dreams are reborn, though after very many struggles, both professional and personal.
Her memoir is candid. Its narrative is reminiscent of the backwaters of Kerala – placid and mirroring the verdure of nature and the blueness of the sky. Kerala’s peculiar customs and rituals, such as the celebration of a girl’s menarche, are touched upon vividly. It is an inspiring oeuvre, replete with nostalgia for her lost home.
The present-day women, empowered with education, are making their presence felt in almost all domains of life, particularly in creative domain. Radhika Lee represents this new woman. As I went on reading her memoir, it soothed me like Kerala’s summer rains.
M. Mukundan. (Award winning Novelist – India).