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Book Review: A Hundred Litrle Flames (JustMyThoughts)

 A Hundred Little Flames

    - by Preeti Shenoy (Author)

The book is a spell-binding creation.  The book has blown me away, especially  the diary entries of Gopal Shankar (Sir). What a tornado of feeling of friendship in its purest form has been described here. !! I am definitely awe-stricken by the imagination and creativity of the Author. I love the way narration has been done and beautifully feelings have been put down with words..( you will believe this after you have finished  part 3 of the book )


   
(From google images)


A Hundered Little Flames  is a story of Ayan, a young working professional, who eventually loses his job and for the mean time of being unemployed,  decides spend time with his grandfather at the village Poongavanam.

It feels like traveling back in time to me. He gets to know more about the life of people in villages, and how peaceful, soothing and relaxing it could be. Being from a city full of hustle-bustle, Ayan (the protagonist) finds himself enjoying the place more than anything else . He feels discontent when his father asks him to get back on job and taunts him for liking and enjoying the slow lifestyle of the village .Ayan's father and his grandfather,Gopal Shankar are not on good terms either. 

Upon his arrival to the  village, Ayan explores the village and the home ( called Thekke Madom ) itself. He rediscovers his memories and sentiments there.



( from google images)

The book is so eventful, there is always something or the other interesting thing taking place. It  keeps you engaged for a longer period of time ( as it is a longer book.)  
Everyone thinks Gopal Shankar  , due to his ascending age, is making up stories and people, whose existence cant be proved. Gopal Shankar was also sent to Mental Asulum for the same fact. But Ayan's love and his understanding for his grandfather ceases him to believe this.  After upon reading Gopal Shankar's diary, Ayan comes to believe that he wasn't making up stories. 

Ayan leaves no stone unturned to make up for the lost time to his grandfather , and also to the people his grandfather loved the most, even  if that meant fighting against his own parents.
He hunts and people and as he was about to make his grandfather's wish true, destiny hits them hard. I would be revealing the spoilers,  yet what happened in the end was hurting.

The book is an amazing read , projecting different believes and understanding  of people belonging to different generations and most importantly, the willingness to understand and give the other person to be understood.

Hats off to the Author.

More reviews of books by Indian Authors-
This Love that feels Right
You Are the Best Friend 
Her Last Wish

Book reviews of books from the same author  -
The Rule Breakers

It Happens for a Reason


Thank you .

ANU.







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