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Book Review: When Love Came Calling ( JustMyThoughts)

 When Love Came Calling

                    - by Preeti Shenoy


Sometimes, you have to travel far to find your true self. 

( from google images)


The novel starts with Arush leaving UK for a 12 week college-project , to India and stays at Ashwaty Bhawan and then later, at  Dutch Palace , at Jew Town ( Kochi). At Ashwaty Bhawan, he meets Puja, the female protagonist of the story, who is a hopeless case, according to her family. 
They met , they talked, and eventually over time and over frequent interactions come closer. Just as the story was paced up , Puja gets trapped into a case,  a false accusation against her and is force to move out of Ashwaty Bhawan. Arush and Puja tries their best not to lose contact but then, destiny has its own plans, isn't it ?. 
The contact was lost, and further events leading to Arush travellibg back to UK, feeling  abashed by sudden loss of connection and making himself content with false satisfactions   which were against his heart.  Yet, that's what disbelief and hurting do to your heart, push your limits to extremities , both in goods and in bads.!.
Yet, even after the happenings, Puja's belief is undettered and she could fight anything to get back to Arush, be itbher motion sickness or gettingvto the extent of disappearing from the family to meet Arush. The story then leads to realizations, at many levels   regarding many concerns. That couldn't be disclosed 🙃.
Believe me guys, the story ends at a happy notion yet, the twists and truns are gripping and couldn't be denied.

As a Preeti Shenoy novel, the beauty of the city and plot areas are very well described. Wish I could have been at those places myself! Ugh, maybe One Day ...

Another point that I'll like to mention is that, like Rule Breakers, this novel too focuses on youth investing their time at helping at NGOs and the children and people needing help their. That's a great initiative, if implemented.

The novel , being a pleasant read from the romance perspective, also puts forward some important aspects that must be pondered upon.
Firstly, does academic excellence or the course you choose decides your success and happiness chances in the future. Are some fields more happier than the other? Secondly , I guess a solutions needs to be scouted for giving kids appropriate time by parents without the either of the parents having to compromise their ambition. Thirdly, never worry if someone is better than you ! That could be true for some particular fields  but you have your own unique way to preciving life. Have your own choice and you won't regret failing but its  no gaurdntee that you WILL be happy even if u succeeded based on others choices. Do you thing Night-sky will be that beautiful with all the starts equally bright ? 

Does distance defines how intently two people love each other. Why is it that we don't realise our love when the person is right next to us and we spend our time yearning  for their presence. I hope I find its answer soon!

The language is easy to read, the scenes are very relatable and yep a good choice for anyone who wants a relaxing  gripping and refreshing novel. It's a bit longer, but worth it.


Thank you .
ANU.


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