I can tell something about this book somewhat like I can tell what I have dreamed last night, you cannot remember everything but you remember things but you cannot completely tell what you have dreamed, partly it belongs to everyone, not only in the present but in the past and you cannot say the dream ended because it belong to the future man too. The reading of this book was like dreaming Dreams for ordinary people nothing, but for Freud it was everything and he relied on it. He made his whole career out of it. Every artist depends on his dreams for his career. Only in dreams he break himself into everybody and everybody into himself. Dreams gift life to out day life.

Dreams reveal and dreams bring justice but it needs to be interpreted as Dr.Freud interpreted. When you interpret your dreams, you interpret everybody els’s dreams too . you cannot claim ownership on your dreams. But you can claim ownership on your own interpretations only. But I don’t want to say it is selfish because it is your work but only interpretations are your work. I know in my dreams we are one. You are friend or foe in my daily life, day life, dreams reveal the reasons in a way that is really peculiar to our intellectual mind and reasoning that who we are to each other but sometimes it shocks our conscious mind.

We are history and carrying history in our body. We are the products of history. Hitler wasn’t completely self-made as much as he wasn’t completely history made. We have to play our roles comrade! But we are not puppets in the hands of history and if so, she wouldn’t have bred us. We came out of the womb of history and though our mothers are made responsible for it.

A story without heroes is a story of everybody. The way democratization of storytelling. Only a handful of authors have tried it that I came across. Name a few "The joy of city" by Dominique Lapierre, "The fine balance" by Rohinton Mistry. and now your ministry of utmost happiness. Such stories change how we look at our world esp. people who are carrying sad stories but have real life within it, but we miss because we always look up to successful people to guide our lives but we miss the stories of victims who are seeds of our new world that she captured them all in her story. We are all in the books and story and dreams which is not going end.

She says we have to pay the price for what we have done. Yes, not just within human boundary but beyond that what we have done to nature as a whole and as human beings also counts.

A personal account (everybody’s) of modern history of India.