Not Just A Tale About My Lover Jane

By Suraj Dey

The thing about reminiscing is it usually take you back to places when it was all perfect but in times end up making you regret about the turn life takes from there.
Not Just A Tale About My Lover Jane, is a short story about such instance. The main character Elizabeth finds herself thinking about one lost love out of blue after 25 years and it takes her aback thinking about times when she was young and happy and finally regretting about the choices she made.
PG-13

• Language: English
• Publisher: Suraj Dey
• Release date: Nov 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463014387

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NOT JUST

A Tale About My Lover

JANE

Suraj Dey

Race, gender, religion, sexuality, we are all people and that's it. We're all people. We're all equal.

—Conor Franta

This book is dedicated to NO ONE...

CONTENTS

ENTANGLED

JANE REED

ENCLOSED

EMPTY

AUTHORS NOTE

ENTANGLED

Fifty years old and I have never missed anyone as much I missed Jane. I don’t know where she is at now or even how she is doing, it’s been a long time we last talked. We were both about 25 back then and it’s a little over twenty-five years now.

Though the time spends with her was short lived but it took her just that much time to leave her footprint on my heart.

I will never forget the train ride that I took during my overseas vacation to France, it was my third day there and I was coming back sightseeing, that where I first met her, Jane sat right across me. She was there for a trip too I believe. Thin, tall, those deep blue eyes and the brunet hair that falls perfectly on her face and the floral dress looked so good on her.

I for some reason had this strong urge to talk to her, that instant I felt like it was a need to know her.

Call it a coincidence or destiny if you believe in it. I was sitting there thinking of a way to approach her in my head but luck seem to be was on my favour that day.

Jane pulled out a notepad off the bag she was carrying and leaned towards me pointing at the address in the pad.

I am sorry, I don’t belong from here. –I said.

Vacations?

Yes, more like a solo study tour. What about you?

Just travelling. Where are you from?

Montreal and you?

Brooklyn.

We chat a lot during that train ride and bonded really well, you can say jinxed. That forty-five-minute train ride felt like it was enough for us to touch each other. I am not an introvert but this was going pretty fast even by my standards, maybe there was something in the air that evening. Looking outside the window it was beautiful, clouds curtained the sky, green meadows as far as the eye could see, with little ponds scattered around and there was Sun burning the sky and ground around the horizon as it was going down. It was the most beautiful landscape I have ever witness.

I was to go few stops ahead of her but I got down at her stop, we both were solo tripping and it felt