
On reading ‘Sahit Sanjivani’ It would perhaps be trite to say how powerful and ennobling the magic pull of a written word can be. Of the many books that have enthralled me Jung Bahadur Goyal’s ‘Muhabbatnama’ occupies a special niche. A riveting account of the lives and loves of some of the all-time-greats in limpid, unpretentious tapestry of Punjabi words, the book inspired me to write a middle on it carried by the Tribune (30 November 2018). While that pull still abides, I never thought that another book by the same author that fell on my lap to round off the year with, would also stake its claim for similar accolades. But ‘Sahit Sanjivani’ compels, and commands to be lauded. A slim, 168-page, beautifully brought out volume, it shines the light on the therapeutic effects of books. Recounting his own...