Book Review: The Sunlight Plane by Damini Kane
2 min readReviewed by Nandini Varma

Title: The Sunlight Plane
Author: Damini Kane
Publisher: Authorpress (2018)
Pages: 312
To reach out and urge us to inquire into our deepest emotions is the most beautiful gift a writer can give to a reader. To flap open an ear, to have our feet dangling from our beds, to imagine carefully the sound of an airplane pass by in a book, and listen to its heightened music in our heads, to brush the air as if for a moment it werenโt needed: these are acts of a reader only witnessed when a writer has produced something marvellous. Readers live double lives, much like writers, when they kick the earth unexpectedly, when they dance to a silently beating heart, when they crouch as though scared to break the dream.
Damini Kaneโs first novel The Sunlight Plane does exactly that. It is a beautiful exploration of a friendship between two 9 year old boysโโโTharush and Aakash, living in the posh Reyna Heights in Bombay. The cover art carries a paper plane flying across the city of Bombay, illustrated by Nivedita Sekhar. The book is divided into three sections: โThe Sunโ, โThe Cloudsโ and โThe Skyโ, each depicting a phase in their friendship โ a brightness, or tension.
As we begin reading, weโre introduced to the protagonist, Tharush, the embodiment of curiosity and imagination, giving us a rich insight into the questioning mind of a child. Weโre also introduced to his parents and find in them a family that doesnโt attract much trouble. Humour is therefore often seen paying a light and lovely visit in the moments shared between Tharush and his mother, another powerful character that represents deep intelligence and sensitivity, especially in her response to Tharushโs appeal for another fighter plane when they sit for dinner with eggplants floating โin the middle of yellow curry like dead ratsโ.
Quite early in the narrative, weโre given hints of what is to become a contrasting second main character of the book, Aakash, also meaning the sky as Tharush, but another shade of it โ much darker as the clouds on a rainy day, more mysterious as a โstealthy, almost invisible, shadowโ.