I’m reading this fiction for quite some days. A dismal story of a poor helpless bloke who settles himself into a barren, desolate island unfortunately. But whether it was his destiny or he was forced to brace it, I can’t say now. Let me read it full. lol. He left his parents for his weird wants and desire despite his father’s mammoth affection and suggestions to not forsake them. He is really indifferent to their plea. But, sometimes when he involved himself in difficulties and misery, he tries to repent. But it’s already too late. He must face the severe consequences. Almost all of his story up to now is tied around voyages and a brief settlement in Brazil in a plantation. How he left his plantation/properties and embarked in a dreadful voyage with his fellows for the purpose of trifle trade and how he lost all of his crews in a horrific sea storm and found himself battling against the tides near a shore. The island, completely desolated, his new world where he’s marooned. He has no option but to embrace this new world and acquaint with it. He wept, he cried, he even blame the God for his misery. But later, he appeased himself by the facts that he still alive while all of his friends were dead, and he has landed in a island free from all kinds of danger, wild beasts, wild Negros and ills of human world.
Robinson Crusoe, I heard about this magnum opus of Daniel Defoe very long ago, I think when I was a 6th grader. The then social study teacher Ramchandra Naral had told about it and we all were thrilled at his graceful narration.