There are some books where you are part of a respectful audience and then there are some when you are a voyeur. I felt like the latter when reading ‘The Other Side of the Table’, written uniquely as it is in the form of letters. Letters, those wonderful things from a bygone era few from this time will know of. Those blue-brown things that smelt of sweat and perfume and musty mailboxes. Those things that made you to learn to wait and be happy with one little piece of love at a time. In her debut novel, Madhumita Mukherjee...
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