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I loved your narrative style,, the visual your words created, you captured the essence of the the lives and times of that era brilliantly ...I could picture the aristocratic father, the mothe who only knows how to obey her husband and voice his opinions when on a need be basis...the wise grandmother...
A grand house...servant, the opulence...the clothes...everything...
it was brilliant Jenny, could feel his frustration at his situation when all around him are involved in something meaning, the poverty and oppression around him..people fighting against all odds, people who are committed to a noble cause, he is fighting and struggling against his luxurious and affluent background, frustrated at the the emptiness of his life,wanting it to have more meaning and substance...
His ideologies and passion and zest to do something for his motherland obviously does not go down well with his father, and they do not see eye to eye...and his mother has no option but to agree with her husband and take up for him...like an echo...
I loved how his father knows his whereabouts and doesn't approve, he favours the British ...so obviously he does not understand Arnab 's restless, loved how Arnab goes on to tell him how most of these leaders are in fact educated and probably from the same place he was...
His one saving grace seems to be his grandmother it seems...
So his first wife dies and now he is married to her sister a little kid..whose family have all does...emphasised by her holding on to a little doll...I loved how you introduced her sitting on the railway station, with just her Roopali for company and Arnab to count on...
I love his sensitivity and compassion and ability to feel for others...loved how the first showers of monsoon brings Khushi to his life...
Looking forward to the next few chapters eagerly!
Edited by vandana.sagar - 12 years ago