Book Review: The Colour Of Dawn by Janaki Murali

This book was penned to cater to the audience that would love to get 'feelings' from a book. It partially succeeds. Certain events in the book play out as a well-enacted movie and some events do not make the cut.


The flow of events at times confused me. The emotions, mostly of Kunjan, were not easily relatable. I personally believe that love does not entail such craziness. The first part of the book had me teetering on the edge aching to find out what transpired in the past between Kunjan and Sita, but after a prolonged wait, my patience ended. I was no more eager to find out the past, and breezed through that part with lesser than expected emotions. Towards the later part after the recounting of Kunjan's attack, my interest perked up. Suddenly, all the emotions underwent by Sita and Saras Athai and the rest of the cast played in front of my eyes as a well-enacted movie. I was able to visually imagine the entire story from that point. The acid attack on Sanjna was described aptly, without any under or over play. It was just the right quantity of words in a perfect blend. I felt that the curtains on the book could have been closed with a little flourish, considering there wasn't any.


Overall, I will recommend this book to persons who read one very rarely and only when all other options get exhausted. The language is simple and fluid, understandable by people in any of the seven stages of life.