See Paris for me...

I pick up a few books from a local bookstore everytime i go home. Last week i returned to kuwait with 4 new titles and one among them is 'See Paris for me' authored by Preeti Aisoli. I have never heard about her or read any review about the book. I picked it up for the namesake. From the back cover i assumed it would dvelve into the intriacies of a mature passionate relationship outside marriage.

The narration is more or less a diary entry narrating a forbidden relationshp between two mature individuals. The story is set in Paris and takes you through almost all major museums, concert halls and works of painters.  Its about Sadhvi, wife of a diplomat posted in Paris who gets intensly attracted to a scholar teacher.

The story is set in Paris, Budapest and hydrebad. Both of them are mature, inteligent with a common interest in arts, musuems and concerts. Readers need to have patience for loads of narrtive on music and art. Her yearning for him and the emotional struggle to let go of it forms the underlying narrative. They occcasionally meet at her home for lunch with other friends or chance meetings at museums or on the numerous romantic parisian streets.

They rarely talk freely about their relationship. But their meetings can be best summarised by " deprived of the will to move they sat next to each other in unquiet silence. The unspoken swirled around them in dizzly 
circles".

This novel celebrates the silent yearning at times the soul craves for and is painted in a canvas that sketches the struggle to let go of it too.

Strictly for moody romantic art lovers.