Dara is a story of a legendary boy, which dates back to early 1940s. He is born in a poor family, in a remote village of Vaidan Di Kotli, situated at Indo-Pak border. His life is full of struggle and adventures. He is a fortunate child born in an unfortunate family.
During Indo-Pak partition in 1947, people migrate in large volumes from either sides of the border. Dara’s family settles in a village called Khilchian, 30kms from Amritsar. A school master sees a sparkle in Dara’s eyes and convinces his step-mother to put him in a school, but he finds true friends amidst the immortal elements of nature and animals. Later, the school master encourages him to join the Army.
Dara meets a caring friend in a recruitment camp. After joining his regiment, he discovers a band of brothers…a family beyond blood.
Once, while crossing a graveyard, he gets trapped in a vicious circle. It’s a rendezvous with death. While he is away, his sister, Beero, is forcibly married. Dara sinks in a deep anguish.
Dara falls in love with a beautiful damsel and is submerged into an ocean of romance.
Available on Amazon ISBN: 9798668124893 (Paperback) ASIN B08DG648T1 (Kindle e-book) Millions of secrets were lying hidden underneath the suspended morning mist. A pungent smell of Pine wood trees prevailed in the entire Shiwalik ranges of Himalayan valley. It is his fresh posting. Dara continues his long pointless walk towards a deserted military dairy farm. The two boys with white eyebrows and a peculiar halo-like smoke billows up into dark clouds of demise. Dara and Ruda drift into mystic woods of Deodars and Pine. They befriend the same two boys with the white eyebrows. Text scraped in devnagri on wooden boxes blows their mind. Dara is the link to yesterday, today and tomorrow. His sister Beero is betrayed by fate and illiteracy adds to her misery. No one understands the plight of a woman, not even women. O’ Dara, let immortals get acquainted to the core of my crying heart O’ Dara, let mortals know the stories behind my scars “He could not gather courage to open his eyes and look up. Smiling face of Shivshankar with dazzling bright crescent moon above his forehead appeared before his closed eyes. When the ascetic Shivshambhu moved, the dust of ashes fell down on Earth like snowflakes spreading love and compassion. Dazzling bright crescent moon lay suspended at the knot over his forehead. Playing Damru with one hand, Gangadhar had held a long Trishul in the other.” By the grace of Nataraj – the cosmic dancer, Abhimanyu grows up as a Kathak maestro. While crossing the highest battlefield in the world, the troops are lost in Siachin glacier. Panama changes hands and mouthfuls of smoky puffs keep the troops going. Air warrior Wg Cdr Alok rescues the mighty men in olives. On the contrary, Satan abducts the womb of a pregnant lady in her nightmare. The world is unaware that a Satan has become manifest to the living!
By reading DARA you feel connected very close to all characters in book. Author elaborated small incidents so deeply that you feel such it happening with real life .... no fiction. One must read the book. Eagerly Waiting for next part......
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