The ‘Crazy’ . . . in Love!!!

By Ashish Suhas

A Kit3s Express Read

In an age where audiences decide upon a movie based on its runtime, its about time we introduce the trend of fast paced stories in the literary world as well. A power packed fast paced story which would make an avid reader happy, however short enough to make a non reader pick up the novella as well. Thus giving oneself a chance to become a future bibliophile.
Kit3s Express Reads, a dream of the author Ashish Suhas is an attempt to bring about that certain change. A series of novellas full of fast paced stories catering to the current impatient generation without compromising on the value of content packed inside.

Journey of the Crazy starts now!!!

There are people who are crazily in love with each other. This story, however, revolves around a Crazy who falls in love.
Aryan, an urbanite, falls in love with a village girl, Ilka.
Ilka, who always longed for a life in the city, readily reciprocated.
All was well till the arrival of Aman, the misguided lover.
What follows is a mix of emotions with the couple living their romance and the Crazy hoping to end it. Will the Crazy succeed in his mission to separate the two? Or will Love conquer all evils?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Sep 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482857498

Ashish Suhas

Ashish Suhas is an IT engineer from the Mumbai University. He works with a reputed IT firm. He took up writing as a hobby and was later forced to convert the same into a novel by friends and family. Thus, here he is, introducing a ‘Crazy’ who fell in love.

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The

‘CRAZY’

… in Love!!!

Ashish Suhas

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Copyright © 2015 by Ashish Suhas.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4828-5750-4

                eBook           978-1-4828-5749-8

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Contents

Chapter 1 ‘Love at first Sight’

Chapter 2 Aman Varga!!! ‘The Crazy’

Chapter 3 The interrogation…

Chapter 4 One level up

Chapter 5 The Invite!…

Chapter 6 The Reason!

Chapter 7 The Ride

Chapter 8 Aman Varga ‘The Black Doc’

Chapter 9 The wedding, the date!

Chapter 10 The revenge of the crazy - Aman’s Diary

Chapter 11 Back to Base : -

Chapter 12 The breakthrough: -

Acknowledgements

My sincere thanks to the following people for staying by my side at all times, good or bad, thus extending their valuable support in the journey of my life. This book is just a subset of the bigger picture I would like to thank you for.

FAMILY COMES FIRST

No names required in this section. After all the below are much more than names!

• If Mom is the ever so strong heart of my life, Dad continues to be the brain essential in understanding life as a whole.

• An elder brother straight out of the textbook and an equally wonderful extended family provides the perfect icing on the cake.

• Finally, the person who came in as the final piece of the complex puzzle called life. We don’t call them our better half without a reason!

Some FRIENDSHIPS worthy of a mention.

Do you believe in reincarnation?

Well if you do, following are the blessings for the good deeds in your past life:

• Vishal Gajdhane: The sharing partner in the dream called ‘Crazy’.

• Amod Bhat: A friend par excellence.

• Srikanth Shetty, Amit Rane: the ‘Crazies’ of a different kind.

• Junaid Sayed, Avanish Agarwal, Rajit Rajan, RijuRaj: Your contributions can never be ignored.

I am sure to have missed some very important people in the above text. However I am sure they will be providing me an uncensored piece of their mind for the same. Will wait for it. 7071.png

Prologue

‘Are you able to hear my voice?’ Aryan was awakened from his slumber by the question. Through the severe headache, he somehow managed to open his eyes to find a lady seated in a chair in front of him. The room was dark with a dim light radiating from the tiny bulb in the corner of the room. The lady sitting in front of Aryan had a concerned expression on her face as she repeated, ‘do you hear me?’

‘Yes I do’, Aryan replied, his voice nothing but a coarse whisper.

‘Are you feeling alright?’ she inquired.

‘Not really’, Aryan replied, ‘the headache’s killing me.’

‘Nothing to worry about Aryan. Its normal to experience headaches in such cases of prolonged therapy’, she said.

‘Prolonged therapy? I don’t remember meeting you even once’, Aryan replied, confused at the recent revelation.

‘That’s ok. Don’t stress yourself. It’s taken us a long time to get this far in your case. I will readily answer every question of yours. But you have to understand that we need to take it slow. The injury to your head might have been cured by now but the internal effects are still evident. We need to tread carefully here.’

‘What case are you referring to? What injury are you talking about? And pardon me for my language but who the hell are you in the first place?’ Aryan was visibly frustrated at the suspense as he shot back.

‘Everything will be clarified Aryan. But we have to take time and be patient. I will fill you in with all the details but before I do so, you have to promise me that you will be strong.’

‘It’s Dr Aryan’, he snapped losing his patience. ‘I am a doctor lady. And believe me when I say it, we belong to a reasonably strong breed.’

‘I agree to that.’ she replied. ‘I agree you are strong. I have been a witness to your strength during the past few months and would myself vouch for that if need be. But the same strength has to be displayed today as well.’

‘What do you mean by months?’ Aryan snapped, his fists banging the table hard, frustration evident on his face. ‘Stop talking in riddles lady! You are doing nothing but increasing the intensity of my headache. In case you are unaware of it, confusion mixed with headache is the best recipe for the worst pain.’

‘Alright Aryan, now that you are fully attentive and completely in your senses, I am Dr Sasha Sood, your psychoanalyst.’

‘Psychoanalyst? What do I need a shrink for?’ Aryan questioned.

‘You need me to make you understand a situation Aryan. And tell you a story. The story of a person who was, as you said and I quote a ‘Crazy’… in love.’

‘I have no time for your bedtime stories lady, I have to leave. I don’t know you and surely haven’t shared anything to be quoted. Plus I have a prior commitment.’

‘Commitment to meet Ilka is it?’ she asked.

‘How do you know that?’ The situation was making Aryan more and more horrified and the fact that Sasha wasn’t talking clearly was adding to it further. Firstly she spoke about months of therapy which he had no memories of and now she had revealed her knowledge about the meeting that only he and Ilka were aware of. ‘How much does this woman know?’ Aryan thought, eyes still fixated on Sasha.

‘I know a lot of things Aryan. Things you should know too. You have already fulfilled your commitment. You have already met Ilka. In fact meeting Ilka was the last thing you did before coming to us.’

‘What rubbish!’ Aryan exploded, ‘How come I don’t remember that?’

‘You might remember it once you listen to the story Aryan. A story which unfolded during our extensive sessions in the past months’, she said calmly. ‘It has already taken us a lot of time to bring you back and I suggest that we have no more time to waste. So if you wish, shall I continue?’

Aryan sat silently, looking straight in her eyes. The fact that he had no memories of meeting Ilka or the extensive sessions that Sasha mentioned was making him more and more nervous. Something was wrong, terribly wrong!!!

Chapter 1

‘Love at first Sight’

Aryan looked around and took in the mesmerizing beauty of the Naddi village. At its location in a valley at the foothills of the mighty Himalayas in the Upper Dharamshala region of Himachal Pradesh, he witnessed a masterpiece of God’s creation all around. The vast stretches of green of the pine forests on the lower slopes of the Himalayas, a sight which was practically nonexistent in Mumbai was soothing to the eyes and soul alike. Right in front of him, the snow capped range of the Dhauladhar mountains stood with the contended pride of being one of the most beautiful in the whole world. He was hiding atop the usual branch of a banyan tree which stood at the corner of the path which she used to cycle her way back home every day. With a thumping heart, he was hoping again to catch a glimpse of the pretty face which had so mesmerized him from the very first time he has set his eyes on her. The innocence in those almond shaped eyes was enough to leave him bewitched for life. Her hair was always tied in a ponytail typical of a school going girl. She had the grace of an angel which made even a simple school uniform that she wore look straight out of the best of the fashion week. It had been a month and Aryan still felt the ecstasy of the moment he had seen her for the first time. As always, his thoughts once again wandered back to the day his heart skipped its beat at his first sight of her.

One Month ago

It was just the second day and Aryan was already bored of the monotonous life in Naddi. It was the exact contrast to the fast paced, happening, event filled life in Mumbai which he was accustomed to in the recent past. After wasting a good twenty minutes surfing through the television channels, he gave up and decided to have a walk around the village. It was early evening, sundown time so Aryan decided to walk to the famous sunset point in Naddi to try and capture the much vaunted Himalayan sunset experience and to alleviate his mood. He was hungry and craved for some snacks and his customary ginger laced piping hot cup of tea. On reaching his destination after a brisk walk through the narrow dirt roads of the village, he saw a small tea stall just around the corner. Aryan sat on a dilapidated plastic chair at the stall and ordered a cup of tea along with a plate of Maggi noodles, the perfect combo to beat the chill in the air. After a couple of minutes, the owner of the tea stall arrived with a cup of steaming hot tea and placed it on the table in front of him. It took just one sip for Aryan to notice and admire the exquisitely satisfying flavor of the tea. Noticing the contended look on his face, the owner of the stall asked, ‘Like it Saheb?’

‘Yes’, Aryan replied, ‘quite different from the one we get at my place though.’

‘Has to be’, he said beaming. ‘It’s made out of tea leaves and not powder which is normally used in the cities. So which city are you from Saheb? Mumbai?’

‘Yes! The commercial capital of India as they call it’, Aryan replied smiling, ‘but how did you guess the exact city?’

‘It’s simple Saheb. First, the pace at which you walk. There is no one ahead of you and sunset is still a good 10-15 minutes away but you were briskly walking as if you wanted to reach some place real quick. Typical behavior of a person from Mumbai rushing to catch the morning local train to work. Second, the way you were clicking pictures of the simplest of things that nature has to offer here. It’s quite obvious you come from a place where nature is scarce. And finally the most obvious reason has to be your language.’

‘Language?’ Aryan asked confused, ‘I was speaking Hindi; you might be talking about the accent of speaking Hindi. However even that might be an unlikely characteristic of a Mumbaikar.’

‘No it’s not’, he said, ‘the language is the most important trait of Mumbai which separates it from the other cities.’

Still confused but extremely curious now, Aryan asked, ‘and how does my language differ