This was a nice, if predictable, tale of a woman grief-stricken from multiple miscarriages following her roots back to India and learning the tale of her grandmother from an old family friend. It discusses the caste system, the British occupation of India, and the expectations and limitations that Indian society placed on women at that time.
I liked the historical tale with Amisha more than the current-day problems of Jaya. Amisha might have been limited by her sex, but she found ways to express herself and fulfill those parts of herself, such as her love of writing, that would otherwise have been ignored. Her husband, via an arranged marriage, was a good husband but there was no passion between them. It was pretty obvious what would happen
once she met the lieutenant, Steven, at the school where she would teach, but I like that it respected the social expectations and cultural differences between them. They loved each other, but they could never be together.
I couldn't really relate to Jaya's issues not being able to have kids, since it's never been a yearning of mine. I could sympathize with her though; we've all had dreams and hopes that never came true. Still, the modern-day protag learning about life via stories of their predecessors is a common trope for stories like this, so there was never any doubt how her story would end.
The narrator did a decent job, and didn't strain too hard on the lower octaves for the male characters. I did have to speed it up to 1.25x though, since she was a bit on the slow side. I have no idea how good the accents were, but to my foreigner's ear they were no worse than any others I've heard.