A review by pawan
Scion of Ikshvaku by Amish

1.0

I sighed even as I picked up the book having imperceptibly tensed up my upper back, forearms and triceps. I frowned. I came across a lot of clichés. My inscrutable face did not betray the sea of emotions underneath caused by the forced slapstick humour made by similar sounding artificial characters. On reading bollywood tropes being blindly repurposed in a pre-historic drama, I closed the book and gyrated it at the tip of my right pointing finger, which had been used by my ancestors for pointing at stuff, before throwing it away. I frowned. The lack of proper editing was clear as was the blatant shoehorned commentary. Touché, Amish... touché.