𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓾𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽.
It’s no secret that I enjoy reading classics. I enjoy the detailed descriptions that help me immerse myself into the world of the characters. And this is precisely why I enjoyed Men and Dreams in the Dhauladhar.
The book revolves around a hydro project in Dhauladhar. Rekha, a doctor turned dancer; Khusru, a Kashmiri boy split from his family turned terrorist turned a good man and Nanda, a victim of mob violence from Kerala, all end up as a part of the project.
I loved the ever changing point of views, it was executed beautifully. Khusru’s character arc was perfect. And Rekha was a true inspiration. The details were exquisite, the novel a joy to read. The technical aspects were accurate to the T (which is a rare feat in fiction) and the language was lucid.
I will never forgive Nanda for making me long for a ride up the Dhauladhar hills, for making me wish I was gazing at the snow covered peaks, throwing snow balls at my colleagues and not stuck up in a pandemic struck world sitting within walls of apparent safety.
I wished the book would have an epilogue, an explanation or a glimpse in the life of Rekha after the events subsided. There were a lot of questions left in my mind towards the end. I guess that’s what a good book does to you.
Verdict : 4/5