“It’s better to let go of someone who loves you...
than keeping him in... love with you when you know
you cannot be with him forever...”
This is what Aarti had told Aman a night before she left him forever...with nothing but those memories of the rains.
Rains have always been a part of Aman's happiness..! His first bike ride...his first gold medal...his first kiss... it has rained on every occasion!
Rains have always been SPECIAL! And he believes that all bad things in his life will come to an end with the rains.
Nagpur...That is where Aman Sarin has lived all his life. That is where he dreamt that someday he would be the next big thing in Bollywood.
After moving to Mumbai to pursue his education his life is nothing short of a fairytale...he has what most teenagers want...a great group of friends...the charm and the popularity...and to top it all a hot girlfriend.
They say life is a vicious circle of sorrow and happiness. So what happens when Aman’s fairytale goes wrong? What makes him the guy whom everyone hates...when once he was the guy everyone adored?
Will Aman put back the pieces of his life and rise above all else? Will his dream of filling SRK’s shoes ever come true?
But most importantly for Aman...after a rough summer... Will it Rain Again?
Excerpt from the book...
Bombay Rains 2008
Ladies and gentlemen
welcome to Mumbai’s Chatrapati Shivaji
International
Airport…the outside temperature is 27 degree
Celsius. We hope you
have a pleasant stay in Mumbai…thank you
for choosing Jet
Lite.’ The air hostess announced
I was here. Mumbai…I
was in Mumbai. The city of dreams…the
business capital of
India. A city where more than a thousand people
come every day to
fulfill their dreams. Some come here to get a job.
Some come here to make
it in movies. Some come here to become
Sachin Tendulkar. Well
as for the rest they just come here in search
for a better life.
Everybody just wants to make a name for himself.
Everybody just wants
to make it big. For some of them their dreams
do get shape and turn
into reality. But for the others…what can I
say…I guess Mumbai
happens to them. As for me…I was just a guy
who had come here to
get his Bachelor’s degree in Medicine and
Surgery. But somewhere
within me too there was this boy with stars
in his eyes and a
dream that someday I might become the next Shah
Rukh Khan.
I claimed my baggage
and hired a taxi and was soon travelling
along the streets of
Mumbai. Everything seemed to be so fast here.
Everyone seemed to be
in so much of a hurry; speeding vehicles on
the Western Express
highway. People running across roads before the
signal turned red
again making their way to board those overcrowded
trains which looked as
if they would break down anytime. Something
like a traffic jam
created such a ruckus amongst people like the world
was coming to an end.
Over the years that I have spent in Mumbai I
can describe the city
as…yeh sheher me ek apna hi nasha hai. Mumbai
to me is like
indigenous liquor. We drink it all in…it may not always
go down smooth…you may
love it you may hate it…but once you
are addicted to it…you
can’t live without it. I had been born and
brought up in Nagpur
where I had lived all my life until now. Nagpur
was a city which ran
at its own dilly dally pace; a place where if you
had to meet someone at
five you would have to tell that person to be
ready at four. And
even if that person did manage to get ready by
four for your meeting
and you got late…well who cares…its Nagpur
after all. So the
sheer presence of the quick pace of this city thrilled
me.
About the Author :
Gaurav Dashputra is currently completing his medical education from Dr.D.Y.Patil University in Navi Mumbai. Originally from Nagpur where he finished his schooling, he now lives in Mumbai where he plans to settle down. But most of the odds are against that.
And Then It Rained is his debut novel. He has written two plays for his college festival and is gifted with a great sense of humor and wit which has always helped him be a crowd pleaser.
Gaurav loves to swim and was a national gold medalist in his school days. He is a huge foodie and loves to eat. He is a huge movie buff and a diehard fan of Bollywood movies. He pretty much watches everything. If you see a mysterious black Santro on the streets of Navi Mumbai post-midnight you can pretty much be sure it’s him. Stop him, ask him to pull over and say hi without hesitation. And if that sounds a little bizarre.
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