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Love Incomplete

Blurb : Ashish Kumar, a young college boy from small town Haridwar, dreams of falling in love with the perfect girl, little knowing that she is waiting for him right around the corner. When they meet, love blossoms between the two people, who are poles apart, being from different countries, different cultures and different races. Above all, the perfect girl is perhaps too perfect for Ashish and he fails to reveal his heart to her leading to disastrous consequences.

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Excerpts from the book: ‘Love Incomplete

These are true incidents from my life that make me believe that heaven is somewhere here, on this earth and nowhere else.

Love, yes, love is the most mysterious word in the English language. I believe that love is the integration of affections for a single object. Love is the most beautiful aspect of life. It is the feeling in which you only want to give and not expect anything in return. Above all, love believes in hope.

The best thing about love is that when you are in love, you don’t need to do anything. Your heart will handle all your stupid steps.

In my eyes, I think love is:

It makes you feel like football players,

Sometimes loses hope and brings a river of tears.

Folks say love is like a prayer to God,

But I know it’s uninvited trouble come at a nod.

Some keep pictures to remember her face,

Some stupidly hold on, even if she breaks his face.

Some say they will hold you till the end of the race

Thorns or roses, no matter what be the case.

Some buy costly clothes and S-class Mercedes on rent,

Some will wash her hair with sunshine, old stars and paint.

Some write poetry to impress their girls,

Some direct kisses, some chocolate, some pearls.

Broken hearts say it’s the same old mad game,

You win it or lose it, love always gets the fame.

One waits in the dark lane to touch soft hands.

When the luckiest finds it, he shares secrets with friends.

One night he was fooled by fake lover’s eyes,

Coffee and Internet, this time search area wise.

You said you didn’t care, flirting was your main game,

Better to melt the clock through the days, over your name.

But some still say that love is ultimate,

Love’s a memory lane that never will wait.

Now, first I want to tell you about myself to help you understand the feelings of my heart and the state of my mind during this story.

I am Ashish Kumar. I was born in a small town, Haridwar, in India. It is a very peaceful, holy and, though very few know it as such, a romantic city as well. I was born in a middle class family which believed that the purpose of life was to help each other at any cost. I have never seen anyone who came for help to my home to leave without a smile. I have grown up listening to the stories of Ram, Hanuman and other gods.

Let me begin my story from the point of my first adult appearance.

I had completed my schooling from a public school. Till then I had never looked at a girl. Even if a girl had looked at me, I would always panic, wondering why she was watching me.

Of course, somewhere in my heart there was always the feeling that someday I would find a girl who would fall for me. In school, I used to think that I was very handsome and smart due to my funny nature. I would also respond to the questions asked in class faster than a laser beam. It didn’t matter whether my answers were right or wrong. I have been always the first to answer all questions, compared to other students.

This is why the girls in our tuition enjoyed my company. My responses to my teachers and other students would be amusing as well, which gave me a special place in their hearts.

In the 12th standard, our physics teacher had declared in front of all the students that I was the best student he had ever taught. Other teachers too had made similar statements, but those are not important enough to be discussed here. The days I didn’t come to class, other students, mainly girls, said, “Today we are not enjoying because Ashish is absent.”

Such statements made me feel like I was in seventh heaven and I thought that I didn’t need ‘a’ girl, because if ‘girls’ wanted to be my friends then it was all the better for me.

Like other Virgos, I am also a perfectionist, rather more than other Virgos. I like things to be perfect according to me. I don’t care about what other people think. I knew that I wanted a particular kind of girl who would be perfect according to me. She would be simple but also the most beautiful in the world, because I was also looking for an angel.

During my high school days, a few girls had tried to impress me. But at that time, I was completely devoted to my studies, science experiments, sports and with my family, so I never returned their emotions.

Those were the days when I always wondered why boys wasted time on girls. In my eyes, those boys were the biggest fools. Whenever I would come across such belles and beaus, I would pass them by with a big smile on my face, wondering how they could be so stupid as to waste time in these matters. When my friends would talk about girls, I would start thinking about other things. At that time, I used to believe that love was a word created to make fools out of people.