''The Land of Two Suns" - A Tale of Love Long Buried. A Novel by Marvin Dilip Dsouza


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Shruthi Purushotam said…
The land of two suns is an intriguing story that holds the reader with the constant emotion of wanting to further delve deeper into different layers of the story. When you feel that the novel is a love story, it takes a twist. The story of a free and kindred spirit young man where his fate/ situation makes him take on different roles, itching for a lifetime of freedom, with the tinge of hope of love. An unknown becomes home and home becomes a desolate place, where a young man constantly fights to take his destiny into his own hands. The author captures the emotion of burden of choices and importance played by memories in one’s life. The narration arouses reader’s curiosity as circumstances hatches its own plot in young man’s life.
8 August 2023 at 23:15
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