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Book Review: I Too had a Love story ( JustMyThoughts)

 I too had a Love Story

        -by Ravinder Singh ( Author)


“I too had a Love Story “is the remarkable debut novel of Ravinder Singh which is based on his true-life events.

The novel brings out a variety of over-whelming emotions – the happiness brought by the reunion of friends, the concern for their future, and love which are all ruled out by fate. The novel instills a sense of pain in the readers for losing a dear one and leaves an undiminished message behind that is ‘Never take love for-granted as It can be taken away anytime.’

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The way feelings are expresses gets the readers eyes stuck on the novel right from the beginning and the fact that the author has the first hand experience of all the described tragedies makes it even more painful to accept. 

Ravinder ,often called Ravin, is the protagonist of the story who works as an IT professional. The story is based on love , but destiny separates Ravin from his loved one forever even before they actually get engaged with each other.

 The Indian touch in the novel and use of simple language makes it more connected to the readers.

There are highs and lows in life, and so are in the novel but the dreadful end of the story leaves the reader numb. 

Sometimes the most awaited moment of life turns out to be the time no body wants to travel back again. “I too had a Love Story” is one such tale of compassion and love and its beauty lies in its simplicity.

Reviews of more Romantic reads-

If It's Not Love

A Hundered Little Flames

Her Last Wish

This Love that feels Right 

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Thank you

ANU.


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