Love in Metro: Story of Love and Ego

By Pratyush Sinha

Ego and anger kill love. When a negatively emotional person meets a hardheaded one, fireworks are bound to happen.
Arjun was an emotional person. He always looked at the world with his own perspective. He expected from others, and when things didnt go his way, he felt bad about them. Sanjana, on the other hand, was a strong girl. She had her own way of living, never liking being pushed to a corner. It was difficult for her to bend if she was not wrong. Emotional she was, but her emotions were also for herself. She wanted her own space and wanted others to understand her.
Their anger and ego were killing whatever they had between them. Was tit for tat really needed? Life would have been so different if the anger would have been answered with love, happiness, and joy. If one person is angry, is it necessary to return the favor with anger? Life gave them a choice, it was up to them what they would do out of it. The realization of how important the other person was in their life happened only after they lost what they hadwell, almost. Was giving back so important?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Oct 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482858938

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Love in Metro

Story of Love and Ego

Pratyush Sinha

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Copyright © 2015 by Pratyush Sinha.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4828-5894-5

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Contents

Acknowledgements

Love at First Sight

The Story Continues

When Love Strikes

Something Is Wrong with the Bundle of Joy

Their Worlds Become Closer over a Cup of Coffee

With Love Comes Fear

Between the Brothers

Lying Is Easy; Confessing Is Hard

The Suspense after the Truth Is Revealed

That Visit to Softell

Between the Brothers Part 2

When You Are Angry, You Are Only Angry

My Bundle of Joy Is Gone

The Story Continues

Why Do Things You Will Regret in Life?

Life Doesn’t Give Second Chances, Always

Postscript

Acknowledgements

I write because I enjoy writing. In this book, I made an attempt to put forth my thoughts and present them in the form of a story.

This is a work of fiction. So enjoy it only as a fiction. Please do not connect it to any person or place. Similarities, if any, are just mere coincidences.

There are a lot of people who were involved in my journey of becoming a writer. I would like to thank them all here.

Thanks to my parents and my sister, who have made me what I am.

I thank my wife, who made me experience the love in my life.

Thanks to my friends and followers like Abhishek, Shrinkhala and Preeti, who encouraged me to write. I always felt happy when you all talked about the story and looked for what was next.

Thank you, Ramneek, for stopping me in time and giving a nice shape to this story.

Dhruv and Pulkit, thank you for being the editors and suggesting the required corrections.

Sumit, thank you for your creative support in designing the cover.

Akanksha and Shalini, thank you for encouraging me to become a blogger. If I had not started blogging, this story might not have ever got written.

Vimmi and Sunil, thank you for encouraging me with your appreciation. I have not heard about managers who encourage their team members to do things other than work. With you being around, I experienced it.

A big thank you to all those who suggested to me to get this published. Many of you even tried looking for publishers. Your encouragement made me go for getting this published.

I might have missed a few people, but I thank you, all, for helping me create this story and making me an author.

Love at First Sight

I t was another tough day at the office. The deadline, which kept coming closer, was keeping us all awake. Late sittings and pressure days were going to be back soon. I failed to understand why we always only get active when the deadline approaches. It had been the same for so long. Even in engineering college, we started studying a week before the exams. I remembered taking vows every time, ‘Next time I am going to study the whole year. Bhagwaan, please iss saal pass kara de .’ So I must say we all were immune to the last-minute pressure and my team and I were used to it.

But that day seemed to be a special day. It felt like God had planned all the miseries for me that day. It started with my car refusing to start, and I had to call the workshop guys, who towed it away after announcing that repairing it would take two to three days. Damn! Since the last week of the month was approaching, I didn’t have the luxury of calling for a taxi. So I decided to take my first ride in the Delhi Metro. I hardly liked using public transportation, and when it was a crowded one, I started feeling claustrophobic. That was the reason why, after making so many attempts at persuading me to travel by metro, my friends gave up asking me.

Still that day I decided it had to be metro. I called my friends, but they had all left by then, so I took the journey alone. I boarded the Yellow Line Metro, beaming with confidence. I got down at Rajiv Chowk to continue my journey towards Noida City Centre (NCC). The next metro arrived. ‘Dwarka’ was glowing on the front windshield.

This is the one, I told myself. But why is ‘Dwarka’ written on it? It should be just like the DTC buses. They write terminals. The metro must also be doing the same. I am so smart! Wow, it’s so nice. It’s not at all crowded.

I made a mental note to evaluate why I couldn’t travel in the metro. It was cheap, and I would beat all the traffic. I could listen to songs, read, think about my future, do so many things, have forty-five minutes all to myself.

I switched on the music player of my mobile, plugged my earphones, and Brian Adams started singing ‘If You Really Love a Woman’. That was my favourite number. I was completely engrossed in the music.

Life is good, I said to myself.

Suddenly, I was jolted by the announcement in the Metro. Next station is Karol Bagh. Doors will open to your right. Please mind the gap.

Karol Bagh? Damn! I took the wrong metro. I rushed for the door and got out. How could I do that? I was already running late, and now I boarded the wrong one. I called my manager and informed her that my car broke down, so I would be late. I got to the other side and boarded the one which had ‘NCC’ written on it, but before that, I ensured that I confirmed the train’s destination with at least three to four people.

I reached the office, and of course, I was late, sweating, and drained out. I needed some ‘fresh air’ to be injected in me, so I tapped Akshay’s workstation. He peaked out of his specs and gave a smile. We had such a nice understanding; we understood each other’s gestures and smiles as well. This one was for going out to the smoking area. He was anyway waiting for it and immediately got up.

The day went by. I wanted to finish my work and go home on time. I shouldn’t travel alone again. I should tag along with my friends. This was another mental note I made. But by evening, with the calls, meetings, and my scheduled work, I was forced to work late, and my friends left. My friends had learnt their lessons quite well in their childhood. ‘Early to bed and early to rise’ was one of them, and they have ensured to implement the same in office timing as well. They came early and went home early.

With NCC being the starting point, you could get a seat if you are really lucky. This was a statement I had always heard from my friends, and yes, I thought my luck had started taking a turn. I got a seat, and I thought it was time for Enrique to sing ‘Hero’ for me. The metro got damn crowded in a couple of minutes. It looked like everyone who had to board a metro from NCC was in this metro only.

What is this beep which is sounding again and again? I looked at my phone, which was flashing ‘Low battery’. I switched off the music player and decided to analyze the people and environment. That was one of my favourite pastimes.

Most of the people around me had that gloomy look. Someone’s code was not working. Some were scolded by their managers. Some had deadlines to meet, and it was approaching month’s end. My environment was almost depressing me when a