Its been a while since I read a book that made me so sad. Siddharth dhanvant sanghvi is bloody good. Critics say its too lyrical. Nonsense. Its liquid. Its so melancholic that it makes you smile. The magic realism is very marquez-like. But the context is so rooted. The characters are quirky and eccentric. Set in bombay of the 1920’s, this charming novel is sheer poetry. Like one critic on the back cover is quoted- kundera has a tropical heir.