Shiva

I am on page 52 and already shocked by the amount of destruction and devastation that can happen so soon in a book. I was blown away by the almost uncaring way in which death was written. The beautiful baby girl, named Parvati, who the story is about, was born at the exact moment the worst storm her Indian village had ever seen began. Little Parvati is seen with suspision, for everyone else is starving in thin while she is plump and healthy, feeding off of her mother's never-ending milk. Small miracles, such as her mother's milk, now surround Parvati's family.
But why?
All I know at this point is her father, who died shortly after her birth, could carve well, and the statues he carved of Shiva, god of destruction and also of dance, are so amazing that they really seem to dance. As baby Parvati lies next to her sleeping mother at night, she watches one of these statues dance beautifully.
The author has not yet confirmed my suspicions, but I think that Parvati is blessed by Shiva. That is, if a god of destruction can bless people. The only real way for me to tell is by reading.