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Book Review: In Search of Home (JustMyThoughts)

Written by VK Mehta and Mahek Sharma, the story follows the protagonist, Dev through his journey of being an orphan and getting sponsored for his studies in a boarding school in Ahmedabad, by a person unknown till finding a place he can call home. He have always been curious to who the person was and if he/ she cared so much about him and his future, why was he left at the orphanage at the first place?  Why was he , out of all children at the orphanage, was sponsored for studies. He has had continuous thoughts and often, nightmares. As a person who rarely made any friends, he spent most his time reading. 



At the beginning of his 11th standard, he meets Rehaan and since then , his life hasn't been the same.  From a lonely studious one at the boarding school,  he started exploring more of the places outside and most specifically, friendships and relationships that made him feel like home. Nency, Archit , Rehaan and his Gramps made him feel like a family.

In possession of all the material- things a teenager could think of ,Rehaan, like Dev, have been in search of him home as well. Surrounded by broken relationships and dissatisfied inside,  Rehaan looks for a place to call his home as well.




Does having a family be always same as having a home ? Is a home possible with people who are not your blood-relations ?

Avoiding the question of who was the  person to sponsor dev, he atlast have to find out who he/she was and why did the whole thing happen at the first place. he was angry and most of all, confused and scared of the whole thing

At last, He finds out. It was the something he couldn't consider his permanent home.

With Trisha and his new found interest in managing events, Dev accepts life which he could call home, the place he feels he truly belongs to.


Thank You. 

ANU.


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