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Some stories are like that only

I just finished this book. It left me disturbed. All the hours spent lovingly turning the pages came to a naught. There was no poetic justice. The villain was not caught, the hero did not get the heroine. It opened up so many loops that never closed. It was like a dream interrupted, a limb torn off. Stories have no right to end this way.

But some stories are like that. They are quite like our lives. Half lived. Like a dream interrupted and then lost to everyday living.

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  1. They are what I call "honest books" No sugarcoated words or happily ever after, just portrays the sad reality of life.

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