Expiry date is not a love story—it is the story of love
A contemporary romantic fiction about love and philosophy of life
Anant – the protagonist, while contemplating on his unsuccessful life, finds a newborn baby-girl abandoned in a garbage bin. The event changes first his perspective on life, then his life itself. He matures to take the brunt of destiny bravely when he knows why fate has punished him with unhappiness. He finds out the cause of his misery—that one mistake of his past.
You may not know when a tear drop rolls down your cheek or you may catch yourself smiling at yourself—so simply involving are the twists of his fate that you are drawn-in to empathize with Anant. One love, lost in ignorance; another that he finds but could not cherish…the tumultuous sweet and sour events lead him to find the true meaning of love all over again. Will he be third-time lucky?
The newborn baby-girl – abandoned to die in the garbage bin. With rodents nibbling at her in the scorching tropical heat of Mumbai, was she destined to die a torturous death?
Asmi – the young widow is staring at a strange travesty of fate. Educated abroad, she was pushed to the edge to maintain her sanity and self-respect while withstanding the expectations of orthodox Indian traditions. What happens when life let loose a flood of miseries upon her?
Jayant – sets an example of meaningful living. Flying on the wings of positivism, discovers and propagates a paradigm shift to our understanding of the divine.
Death—the expiry date of our life…
but does it mean the end dot in a life sentence?
Living a life full of love is not just having life but owning it, being alive in life, living as living should be, life as life should be—experiencing life, negotiating with the lows, breezing through the highs, learning from our own experience—the first hand experience of living.
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Hi, I am from India, the land of mystics and the seat of spirituality. Ancient Indian scriptures always propounded that the earth (world) indeed is one family—“Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam,” it is only now that we have begun to realize that we are so closely wired together, thanks to the continuous innovations in technology. Though “Rishis”—the holy men who wrote the scriptures knew the closeness and oneness due to their highly evolved state of mind which would allow them to venture anywhere on earth and beyond. I feel we are only just taking our baby steps towards self-discovery taking-in the facts through scientific advancement, the facts that were understood by these holy men thousands of years ago.
As for me I always had a lot of questions about our existence. Unknowingly I embarked on the journey of self-awareness, I don’t know whether I chose this path or the path chose me but I find it quite fulfilling.
To match my passion to read I pursued the Masters degree in English literature, followed by a Diploma in Journalism. An amiable disposition and an inquisitive mind capable of churning creative thoughts—I could not make much of this rare combination in my life. Like my protagonist, perhaps, I was a social misfit—a round peg in a square hole.
Though confident enough, I could never drape my confidence with outrageous colors of over-confidence. I always tried to be my real self, but being overtly self-conscious made people underestimate my capabilities or doubt my abilities, however I always surpassed their expectations, frankly, also my own.
After years of contemplation and analysis of my persona I have reached a point where I am comfortable in my skin—that is what I call being successful.
I would not have suggested this if asked a few years earlier, but now I can boldly say, it is easier to be your true self.