If there's one impression this book will leave on you, it's how beautiful a place can be, and yet be filled with good and evil, and the forces that drive lives and relationships forward in unpredictable, unknown ways.
If there's one impression this book will leave on you, it's how beautiful a place can be, and yet be filled with good and evil, and the forces that drive lives and relationships forward in unpredictable, unknown ways.
The book began being a huge disappointment somewhere around the middle. Ashwin Sanghi might've just posted all the trivia and the monologues that make up this book on r/conspiracies and gotten some gold, because adding a couple of predictable plot-twists and completely implausible back stories does not a book make. You're better off reading the Mahabharata or the Gita or even Wikipedia on your own than picking up a copy of this book.
If you were to pick a book to read at 2 AM when you want a little bit of abstract melancholy in your life, this is it.
The crowning glory of this book, however, is in those last 30 life-changing pages.
Recipe to make me cry: A dash of Indian culture, just enough to make you nostalgic, a dollop of patriarchy, and a drop of pure real emotions.
This book is severely underrated.