
The Beckoning Isle
The Savage Hills’ is an unexceptionally true story of valour of a Special Force Officer. The Pir Panjal range in Kashmir is burning with vendetta backed by certain terror groups. Sucked into this vortex of violence and vengeance are Harry and his SF troop. Along the way, some foreign trekkers are abducted by an unknown militant group called the Al-Faran. Unbeknownst to all the dramatis- personae involved, their paths will converge violently with dire consequences for some.This fascinating story of sweat, blood, gore of militancy, a counter-insurgency in Kashmir will bring chills down your spine.
Published by Wisdom Tree, 2021
Available in English
184 Pages
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Reflections from those who have journeyed through the pages of my books
The Beckoning Isle is the story of the degeneration of a society and the vicious politics of retribution. But it is also a tale of two men, on opposite sides of the battle, united only by the fatalism of their ideologies. Abhay Sapru offers a unique perspective of the Sri Lankan War in an engaging, page-turning account of the clash between the Indian Peace Keeping Force and the LTTE, with voices from both sides of what will go down as one of history’s great tragedies.
The Beckoning Isle is a masterpiece in realistic settings of Sri Lanka during the days of the IPKF. Though it follows the travails of an Indian Special Forces Assault troop crisscrossing the path of an LTTE colonel, it takes you through a bit of history and the whole gambit of politics, intrigue, conflict, human behaviour and the tribulations that surrounded the war between the IPKF and the LTTE. The style of the author who himself was part of the IPKF is excellent and the lucid narration will keep you engrossed to the last word.
Abhay Sapru’s second book on war from a combat soldier’s perspective is the real McCoy. It catches you by the scruff of your neck and doesn’t let go till the end. A chapter of the Indian Army’s ill-fated adventure into Sri Lanka, fought in dense jungles, against a cornered comrade turned enemy, you can smell the fetid smell of the jungle, mixed with the smell of death, fear, courage and strangely, respect for an enemy who was fighting for its very survival. Only a combat soldier could have written this!
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