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Second World War The Azad Hind Fauj plans to set up the Azad Hind Bank at Port Blair, after the liberation of the Andaman and Nicobar islands from the British. However, the treasure and men sent to open the branch are mysteriously lost. A British police officer is on a dangerous mission to acquire a mysterious weapon in a forbidden island on Nicobar, which can help them win the WWII. The clue to finding this liquid is hidden in a poem. Many British and Japanese search parties sent to acquire the treasure and the weapon keep disappearing on this forbidden island. A son's journey to find the truth behind the mysterious disappearance of his father during the Second World War leads him to his ancestral village in Manipur. A cache of unread letters takes him back in time. Will the son be able to find his lost father? How and where did the treasure of Azad Hind Bank disappear? Why do people keep disappearing on the forbidden island of Nicobar?
ROHANKAR is a compatriot, a companion and a connoisseur of a wide range of arts. The Poet envisions his emotions with great pizzazz and channels them through a variety of media. His mind churns out tunes of melancholy and echoes them on a pile of flat-woods. This book is an urn to the flowers growing out of ashes that were his days while cast away into the valley of ¿eytan disguised as a nymph.Temptation and devotion, emotional molestation and simplified perplexity, anxiety and sacrifice, helpless arrogance and selfless indulgence… are all painted on hectares of cotton fields like blood rain. These are the themes laid down throughout the pages of this love note.Furthermore, the metaphorical range that this collection encompasses is staggering. It tends to delve into the darker corners of a reader's mind. But, at the same time, it gives a clear sense of hope for hopeless romanticism.ROHANKAR succeeds in wandering off even beyond the horizon of his own unique visceral literary style. Going by the final set of wordplay, it is quite safe to assume that this convincing piece of work is just a verbal foreplay, a predecessor to, hopefully, a series of tributes to Nietzschean affirmation.
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