A Half House
“It’s a tumultuous, gurgling rivulet
making noise against important issues. Tiny bits of truth beneficial for
mundane humanity have been lost in the mythical haze and fake finery of the
times. It’s an effort to dispel the smoggy veil to help the sun of truth shine
brightly for surer minds. The breezy warm pace in both fiction and creative
non-fiction tries to break many illusions plaguing us at the individual and
collective levels.
The confident metaphors portray a
fervent faith that always lurks around in our souls in lovely loneliness. These
are tersely told tit-bits of truth unearthing a bigger portion of multi-layered
reality. There are vulnerably wholesome dreams of people commoner than the
common. Anecdotes chime matter-of-factly and break the sepulchral silence. The
twisted destinies of young man and women in metropolitan India narrate the
efforts to carve out a life better than the ordinary.
Isn’t God the titular summation of
profound mysteries, glorious ambiguities, inexplicable vagaries, and celestial
certainties and uncertainties? Well, it depicts the common man hitting his head
against the concept and then kissing it again forced by circumstances. Further,
the narrative explores the misty political strains in the minds of common people as they tried to salvage their own bit of
density in the build-up of the Modi wave.”
