I did not naturally intend to go for this novel by choice because well, it is a love story and I have always entertained a presumption: almost all love stories are just too cliche and yet another time it has turned out to be absolutely remarkably true. Actually my cousin happened to visit us in Delhi last month and he forgot this book he was glued to, so I thought I should put this coincidence to some employment of my time. So I completed reading the last page of this book by today evening and I am here with a forthright review because Ive got nothing else to do and I don’t have a life so I’ll definitely bug you with this shit. Lets go.
The narration at the most seems to be truthful and honest, sometimes hilarious and stupid but it does describe perfectly the real mess life creates. I like the few chapters at the close of it more though.
For two people who are introduced to each other by the aid of an internet receptive network between two distant parts of a country hosted by a matrimonial site, it is by every means an unusual experience to carry a relationship based on technical cellular connections to the extent of marriage. Its like you fell in love with an imaginable person who is virtually invisible and you can only conceptualize what kind of a feeling would it emit out of you if you were with that person this instant. It is misleading, unbelievable and like you’ve been in a long distance relationship since forever but you just dint know it yet.
So we have the author and he calls himself in the whole story by the name Ravin, a software engineer employed in Infosys ,Bhubaneswar. At a reunion with his college friends he realizes that the concept of marriage is soon approaching him and it is going to change his entire life and that he must get prepared to do some extensive research on the subject before his parents land him into an awkward situation with a match for him of their choice. Making an exaggerated profile he was all set to find his first love right on the platform of a web based locale offering community filters and much more to find the list of just the perfect matches for Ravin. He was pretty excited about this thing. It was much surprise to his own expectation that he was in a way desperate about this strange thing. Although he had lost his faith on that bloody worthless website after getting rejected by some girls and after rejecting some girls himself, soon after that one beautiful girl, Khushi from Faridabad responded to his requests after a couple of days. The two had a real connection with many things alike and she confessed she was driven to talk to him because he put that he had learnt to play tabla on his profile while she herself had a degree of that sort. Ravin provided this credit solely to his dad who had pushed him to learn tabla. The two fell in love soon and it was ravishing as it was, they were happy together.
They met for the first time when Ravin had a US project to his schedule and he landed in Delhi to spend a day with Khushi and her family. After receiving a warm welcome from her whole family, Khushi and Ravin were delighted to have finally been able to see each other for real. Completing his one month US project, he again had a chance to visit Khushi and her family. It was the purity in the nectar of their unconventional romance that had never let them be apart for even a day. Appearing to be too mainstream but just the right amount for being too stupid to be in love. The realm of their life was better than their dreams and they were inseparable. But life had planned a tragedy for them, a tragedy worth to be written about.
It was their engagement in three days and Khushi had been in office for her night shift. She was supposed to give Ravin a call at 5am. as they planned before Ravin got to his dreams about their engagement. But it was 6:30am. when Ravin could make out it was morning and he couldn’t locate any calls from her. He called her up and a male voice apprised him that Khushi’s cab had met with an accident with a giant truck on her way back home. She was unconscious and in the ICU with major blood loss, her jaw and right thigh needed a surgery and their were blood clots in her brain. Ravin boarded the very next available flight to Faridabad and somehow was convincing himself she would be okay. Soon. Crying to his own helplessness to save his better half and of all the pain she is enduring, alone.
It is truly excruciating to put that fearful affliction into words that would be read by a million people and to share the catastrophe of having lost your first love at the hands of your unbound destiny, it takes absolute solidity and deep-dyed devotion to be able to put forward such a reminiscence. It is not really a book but I would rather term it as her memories inked in pages that Ravin can never get rid of. A deep regarded souvenir for an unconditional love that did last a little more than forever.