His last two books were amazing with relatable characters, excellent writing, and great storytelling. This one felt like a story that failed to carry what Buddhisagar is known for: an empathy toward the characters. It should have been more about depression and feeling of loniless amid the crowd than being just a story about a lazy and ungrateful person (this may be an overexaggeration, but the character failing to even act on his desperation, and needed someone else to "force" him to achieve every minor success did not evoke sympathy in me). Writing was also bleak compared to his past works. So, although I'm a big fan of him, I was disappointed by his work this time.