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Book Review :An Unexpected Gift by Ajay K Pandey ( JustMyThoughts)

Best known for his stories that strikes the emotional cord with the reader , this story by Ajay K Pandey  adds on the list as well. At times I feel, the stories are too good to be happening in the real world.

Are these tales based on real life happenings?

                    (From Google images )

 

The novel traces the story of Mr. Abhay, who having lost his wife while his son is still young, struggles to put the pieces of his life together as one. He having to cope up with the memories and death of his loving wife and on the other hand, have a young son to be taken care of. His performance at his workplace wasn't commendable as well. On being advised by his  boss, he hires a lady for taking care of his son while he is off to work.

Sheetal's profile just being an employee as a baby sitter doesn't match with her education and the overall way she carries herself in the society. Despite appearing as the women belonging to a good standard of living, she is reluctant to reveal her identity or even  give her address to Abhay. That raises the suspicion and concern of Abhay for his sons, Ayush's safety. 

With the truths unraveling through the course of the story, a soft corner of friendship and understanding develops between Sheetal and Abhay. Yet, the world wont be accepting things that easy. 

Maintaining the sensitivity towards the social concerns expressed in the novel, Abhay puts up a brave front to help Sheetal cope up with the worries and helps her getting her life put back together, as a gift for the same she had done for him, as his son was now raised better and was the cheerful one a parent would desire.


Yet, what's the unexpected gift in the whole story?

It is the gift Abhay gave to Sheetal at her time  of her departure to a new beginning with her fiance. The gift of the life she desired forever  but could  not have been blessed with it. Motherhood. Sounds a little complicated ?


There you go to  experience the novel yourself !


Happy Reading.

ANU.

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