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A Fine Balance

A Fine Balance is a poignant and thought-provoking novel that delves into the lives of four individuals in India during a period of political unrest. The story follows their intertwined fates as they navigate the complexities of their personal relationships and the broader societal changes around them, ultimately revealing the strength and resilience of the human spirit. more

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Rohinton Mistry
Rohinton Mistry

Rohinton Mistry is a Canadian author known for his profound social criticism and vivid portrayal of the lives of ordinary people in India. His works often focus on the struggles of the middle class in India and the exposure of social injustice. more

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