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Ouch! That 'Hearts'..
They were far away. They had been coercively separated. Half a world apart. He was in india, while she in US. Some say that long distance relationships do not work. They knew just one thing: love works. And they possessed just one asset: hope. It worked for them, even without hearing each other's voice for months, even without seeing each other's voice face for almost half a year. Six months later, she was coming back to india for just a week. Their exitement touched the pinnacle of joy, in hope that their timeless wait was going to be over the moment they would behold each ohter's light. But somethihng happens. Love fails. Hope survives. Or vice- versa? What happens next ? Come and find out tourself in the continuing story of Kanav and Tanya...
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The Museum Of Innocence
It was the happiest moment of my life, though I didn’t know it.’ And so begins the new novel from the universally acclaimed author of Snow and My Name is Red, his first since winning the Nobel Prize. It is a perfect Spring in 1975, Istanbul. Kemal, heir to one of the town’s wealthiest families, is about to become engaged to Sibel, from another aristocratic family, when he encounters Füsun, a beautiful shopgirl, and a distant relation. As they break the taboo of virginity, a rift opens between Kemal and his lovingly described world of the westernized families of Istanbul with their opulent parties and clubs, society gossip, dining-room rituals, picnics, their mansions on the Bosphorus infused with the melancholy of decay. For nine years Kemal will find excuses to visit the other Istanbul, a house in the impoverished backstreets that Füsun shares with her parents, enjoying the consolations of middle-class life at a dinner table in front of the television. His love for his distant relative will take him to the seedy film circles of Istanbul, cheap bars, sad hotels, a society of small men with big dreams and bitter failures. It will make Kemal a compulsive collector of objects that chronicle his love story and his obsessive heart’s reactions: his anger and impatience, his remorse and humiliation, his miscalculated hopes of recovery, and his daydreams that transform his Istanbul into a city of signs and spectres of his beloved with whom he can only exchange meaning-laden glances, stolen kisses in cars, movie houses and park shadows. All that will remain to him, certainly and eternally, is the museum he creates, a map of a society’s rituals and mores, and of one man’s broken heart. A stirring exploration of the nature of romantic attachment, and of the mysterious allure of collecting, The Museum of Innocence plumbs the depths of an Istanbul half western and half traditional - its rituals, its morality, its vast cultural history. This is Orhan Pamuk’s greatest achievement.