BOOK REVIEW - IT MUST HAVE BEEN LOVE BY MAYURA AMARKANT

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This is the story of Meera – “a complex, extra-ordinary girl with simple dreams.”

And Keshav – “an attractive, fair, clean-cut young man with a mesmerizing persona.”

The duo meet at a common friend’s party and exchange numbers. They find in each other exactly what they have been lacking in their own lives. This book, as the author remarks, is dedicated to Meera and her affection for Keshav.

 Meera’s journey is a poetic one, and as she puts down her thoughts in verse, the curtain rises on the drama.

“A mirror of me that was lost in the past, in his eyes I found myself at last.”

Mayura Amarkant is as much a magician in prose as she is in poetry. The feelings of the young girl, her thoughts about her new love, the reasons why she feels so close to the young man who has stolen her heart, all these are portrayed in verse form.
However, the path of love is not always free of thorns. When Keshav pays more attention to another girl, Meera, filled with jealousy, decides to turn a cold shoulder towards him.

This time, her insecurity manifests itself in the form of poems about unreciprocated love, the loneliness of her heart and wishful thinking. Her imagination takes wings as she muses over the “promises of togetherness and assurances of love, all about olive leaves and turtle doves”.

After a week of holding out, Keshav finally breaks through her defences. She warms to him again, and yet, her insecurities cling on to her. She once again resorts to poetry to ease her overburdened heart. Every time her life see-saws, she is back to where she started, distraught and confused. She resorts to writing poetry, as the whole world appears to her like a cage that has chained her down. Slowly, but steadily, she comes to terms with her life.

What role does Keshav play in her life? Does he love her the way she loves him? Is there a happily-ever-after in their fairy tale?

“Will there be a tomorrow that is beautiful and promising? A tomorrow that will bring delights and treats, the chaos will die down and the reign of peace will arise, will there be a morning when the fog will subside?”

‘It Must’ve Been Love’ is a mellifluous blend of prose and poetry, a book that captures the imagination of the reader with its uniqueness. Mayura Amarkant handpicks her words with care, using them to embellish her love story. Her prose is simple, her poetry more complex as she uses rhymed and free verse to enhance the splendour of her story.

In the end, it is the apt quote of Samuel Taylor Coleridge that comes to mind.

"Prose = words in their best order; Poetry = the best words in the best order

                                                                           

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Comments

  1. Tomichan Matheikal5/26/2021 07:55:00 PM

    This book is waiting in my gadget to be read.

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  2. deepti menon5/26/2021 11:10:00 PM

    Do read it, please. It is a book worth delving into, both for its prose and its poetry!

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  3. Suchita5/28/2021 11:31:00 AM

    This was such a beautiful review to read Deepti!

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    1. deepti menon5/28/2021 06:00:00 PM

      Thank you so much, Suchita! Your words make me feel happy to be a writer! :) Bless you!

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  4. Mayura Amarkant5/29/2021 05:27:00 PM

    My gosh....THANK YOU...I am elated ....and humbled....thank you Deepti for this review...I am so happy that the book touched your heart...

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  5. deepti menon5/29/2021 11:57:00 PM

    You're welcome, Mayura! I enjoyed your book from the bottom of my heart. It was such a wonderful blend of prose and poetry, and the review rolled off my pen. :) Kudos!

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  6. Chinmayee Gayatree Sahu5/30/2021 01:13:00 PM

    This is a beautifully written review ! I am going to read and review it soon.

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  7. deepti menon5/30/2021 04:01:00 PM

    Chinmayee, I think you will enjoy this book. Thank you for your appreciative comment.

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  8. Alen j. Willium7/22/2021 12:39:00 PM

    Thanks for this valuable post, Keep sharing.
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