I found this book in a bookshop selling used books. There were 2 copies left on a big table, among other books. The name and the author were completely unknown to me but the first and the last sentence convinced me to buy it and I’ve never regretted. The pic of the book I got from the internet, as the book in itself is no longer in my possession.
If I were to make an analogy I would say this book is like a circle. It starts and ends in perfect symmetry. It is a mix of passion, desire, philosophy, mystery and love, seasoned with a pinch of politics and a peak into the Indian culture – a love story set in an exotic land, a house with a mysterious past and a secret that will tear through the almost perfect bohemian life of the two characters like a sharp knife.
The main character is a young Indian writer caught between two worlds, one filled with desire for his beautiful wife and the other with attempts at writing a book. As the story gradually unfolds it becomes a struggle to balance the two and in the end, it takes a heartbreaking decision to finally find the much needed inspiration and to discover that in order to create, he must sacrifice everything else.