I read it in one go in just six hours, which I usually don’t do. If I say, “I enjoyed the book”, it will be understatement. Thanks a lot for giving us the pleasure.
Arnab weaves his story with a strong Kolkata connection, where the reader wishes to believe that the lost painting is here, in Kolkata, very near his/her own place, where s/he hangs around, amidst the very reality of their day-to-day dwelling. And that is the beauty of the book, especially when the reader happens to be from Kolkata.