![]() It’s factual, gripping, but oftentimes, a bit stretched to the extremes. This is history like you’ve never matriculated in school before. Especially when the following words, “For my mother, who didn’t let me forget” are pasted on the book’s dedication page. The book shoulders that weight from the start. The roots of history have been dug up and revealed to the reader through records, memoirs, and interviews. The story is in parts sketched out of the author’s faithful and passionate re-telling of his ancestry. The fabric of the book is non-fiction but the patterning that gives it a personality is a fictionalized acquaintance of 3 young men. ![]() Farthest Field, penned in bold and imaginative strokes, is a story of India’s role in the Second World War. The photographs of history tucked away between covers and in old and oxidized jewelry boxes. The measure of all things echoes in the stories that are left behind. ![]() ![]() Then a person quits the world completely.” “People have two deaths: the first at the end of their lives, when they go away, and the second at the end of the memory of their lives, when all who remember them are gone. ![]()
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