#MyThoughts: In my opinion, some books aren’t mere books. They are secret holders, stubborn secret holders that hate to divulge anything until unless forced to. ‘The Inheritance of Loss’ gave me a similar feeling.
It was the year 2014. I was staying in Bangalore then. An early morning walk on the streets of Indira Nagar is something I most enjoyed back then. And just like that, I found a street-side bookseller. Unknown and aware of its reputation as a Man Booker Prize Winner, I picked it merely because alike this year I was reading Indian fiction back in 2014, and well, also because it was a cheap buy.
I had started reading on the way back from the walk but in just a few pages, I had lost the story. Or maybe there wasn’t one to begin with. In any case, disinterested and tad frustrated, I stowed it away then…
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