A Little Chorus of Love
A Little Chorus of Love is my debut project with three of my friends – Preethi Venugopala, Tina Basu and Soumyaa Verma. I can practically write a thousand words without blinking my eyes on how we met and how the idea originated before we actually brought it to life. However, let me restrain myself from being over excited and focus on writing about the book.
The blurb says:
What is love? The question brews a million different answers. Love is not an entity. It is an emotion that embraces several hues and shades within. A Little Chorus of Love simply follows the same idea and assembles 24 different writers portraying love in a form they acknowledge the best.
Immerse yourself into the most powerful emotion with 24 different stories set in different time periods and feel your heart beat for that one special person in your life.
That pretty much sums everything you need to know before picking up A Little Chorus of Love. So, let’s move on to my role in the book. Of course, one of the stories has been written by me titled ‘I Wanna Grow Old With You’. As for the rest of the stories, I along with my above-mentioned friends have handpicked the 20 stories (excluding the 4 written by us all) from hundreds of entries we received for the book and have practically sat on each of them for multiple edits.
The book released on 22 August and is now available on Amazon India, Flipkart and Pustakmandi. You can also purchase the eBook on Google Play, where you can also go through the sample chapters before buying. More details about the book and reviews can be read on Goodreads.
Reviews have started coming in and they are really overwhelming. While it’s never wise to bluntly appreciate your own book, but I can assure you that you will love reading the stories if you like the genre.
I’m posting a small portion (the beginning) of my story from A Little Chorus of Love below. Do read. And if you like it, do buy.
I WANNA GROW OLD WITH YOU
August 20, 2005. Delhi
Shaurya pressed his face against the pillow and tried to control his sobs. He wanted to cry aloud, but his parents were sleeping in the very next room. Tears kept flowing as he continued to read the text messages sent by Ananya. He had never imagined their relationship would end in the manner it did, after being together for five years.
Ananya did not want to talk because she had realized that their relationship was not practical. Her parents had already started looking for a suitable groom as Shaurya was still struggling with his career. It was painful, even for her, but that seemed like the only choice she was left with. He had called her, but there was nothing to talk about. They had cried incessantly over the phone. He had expressed the wish to meet her, but she had denied saying that she would not be able to bear the pain.
He knew she was right in her place, but the searing pain in his heart wanted him to believe that it was nothing but a tremendously long bad dream. As he laid, tossing in the bed and smearing his tears on the pillow that night, all their joyful memories together flashed in front of his eyes.
Not long ago, they were lying on their backs in a park. Ananya had bunked her college just to meet him. The sky was cloudy and the cool breeze was tantalizing their nerves. Ananya took his hand in hers and looked into his eyes.
“Promise me that you’ll never leave me, Shaurya,” she whispered. He cupped her face with his other hand almost instantly.
“What if I do?” He asked playfully.
“I’ll die without you, Shaurya,” she said seriously.
“Shut up! I was just teasing you. I will never leave you, Ananya. Do you know why?” He asked.
She nodded in denial.
“Because you complete me. I can’t imagine a life without you. I can’t imagine growing up without you. I wanna grow old with you, Ananya. It is the only thing I wish for. I want us to support each other through the tough times, I want you to fight with me so I can make it up to you, I want to see the world with you and I want to wake up every morning next to you because my life does not matter without you. My heart beats for you, Ananya and I will fall apart without you,” he said. She struggled to control her tears, which had begun flowing. Hugging him, she told him how lucky she felt to have him in her life.
Even as he spoke, those words had made him shiver back then; little did he know that he would have to actually face the situation someday. He was falling apart and the memories were killing him.
Some people come in your life and make you believe that your life is incomplete without them. Then they leave, creating a void in your heart that may fill back with time but will never be complete.
People counted sheep, but he counted his tears before he fell asleep.