Monday, 27 February 2017

Dawn At Dusk

  • Dawn at Dusk has an unconventional story of a millionaire Aradhaya who falls in love with Sambhavi, an award winning writer, social worker and lecturer. Meera, Sambhavi’s adopted daughter is in love with Aradhaya as well. Sambhavi who is 13 years senior to Aradhaya, wants him to earn his love for her. To prove himself, Aradhaya takes up a project to empower and uplift the lives of people in a small hilly village. Does that help him unite with the love of his life? Well, you will have to read the book to know that. But here’s what I think of this story. I like the plot of this unusual story. There’s something novel to look forward to. The classroom conversations between Aradhaya and Sambhavi are pretty profound and give you a lot to ponder on. The discussions on spectrum of silence, the difference between love and lust, love and sex, emotions and writing are interesting and insightful. The dialogues between characters are realistic and lively and they help build the characters and advance the story smoothly. The first part of the story which is about Aradhaya and Sambhavi’s love, life and loss makes for a captivating reading. The second part which deals with Aradhaya’s move to Shyamal Taal where he works on an entertainment park is a bit sluggish. It deals with the details of the development of the park and has no mention of Sambhavi or Meera. This part of the story did not impress me. Aradhaya’s vision to do something for the people is a noble thought but he makes it come true with his father’s money. That does not prove his worth, in fact his contribution to the project is not inspiring enough and this is when Sambhavi had told him, “Presently your identity is not your first name but your surname. The esteem that Talukdars enjoy is the fruition of your father’s hard work. What have you done in life? Do you want to reap what he sowed or want to do something that would be yours and only yours attainment?” Also the ending seems to be a bit hurried

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