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He can be as good as he wants to be and I'll be as bad as I need to be! We'll see where it all ends up, says Aashi. She believes sh has a right to fight for her dreams. She believes ak little bit of selfishness is necessary to survive in this world. Abhi, however, has not learnt that lesson. And he can't accept the fulfilment of his hopes when they seem to rise from the ruins of Aashi's dreams. His sister Priyam and friend Sid are made from much the same mould. And in the path of their love too lies a dream - the dream of a dead and betrayed mother. Feeling rise, and are suppressed. Past grips the present and threatens the future. Memories refuse to wane their shadows from the heart. Hope and despair fight a battle. Guilt rises up and resent the forgiveness. Revenge weaves a web. Friendship is tested. And love demands a sacrific. A tumultuous battle wages on ..... What lies at the end of this battle? Lose yourself in the pages of this gripping saga of love and friendship to find out. #v&spublishersContents:1. Marine Drive, Mumbai2. Self Destruction3. Ferry to Ali Baugh4. Getting Drunk5. Fire6. Rivalry7. Sauiour8. A Place to Stay9. The Message10. Talking Business11. The Audition12. Getting Stoned13. Making Preparations14. The Offer15. Disappearance16. Sensation17. The Fort18. Saving a Film19. The Deal20. The Friends Progress21. Conspiracy22. Triangle23. Anger and Frustration24. Ambushed25. Overseas Encounter26. A Fugitive Nailed27. Mischief in Manila28. Business Dealings29. Putting the Puzzle into Perspective30. A Jealous Diva31. Keeping Tabs32. The Professionals33. Collaboration34. Out of Control35. No Accident36. Traitor37. The Actress and the Thug38. The Plot39. A Chapter Closes40. The Angry Mother41. Second Chance42. Salvation43. Dreams are Like Stars

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Publié par	V & S Publishers
Date de parution	15 novembre 2012
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9789350572368
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Dream’s Sake
Jyoti Arora
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The hope I dreamed of was a dream ,
Was but a dream; and now I wake
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old ,
For a dream’s sake .
‘Mirage’ by - Christina Rossetti
Author’s Note
‘Dream’ is my most favourite word in the entire English dictionary. After all, dreams are one treasure that God has bestowed on everyone without any discrimination. One may not be able to walk, talk or see. But one can always dream.
And I, if I may say so myself, dream on a wholesale basis. And now, my dream, my most cherished dream, has come true. The book upon which I spent so much of love and labour is going to be published. Finally, it is going to be read, and I hope, liked. Much liked!
I distinctly remember how this book began. I had just finished reading O. Henry’s story - ‘The Gift of Magi.’ The sighs over it were still continuing from my heart. But with them, a wish rose up. ‘How good it would be if I could write such a beautiful story,’ I thought to myself.
Well, I can’t dare to suggest that I have succeeded in equalling O. Henry. I can’t commit such a sacrilege. But one thing I’m sure about. Dream’s Sake tells a story that will remain embedded in the reader’s heart for a long time.
‘Dream’s Sake’ is the story of four friends Abhi, his sister Priyam, and their friends Aashi and Sid. Each of them is trying to recover from a past trauma which nevertheless continues to influence their present, making them insecure and hesitant to grasp what they have been longing for all along. The battle between dreams and realities and hope and despair run throughout the book. But the one thing that rises above all is the warmth of true love and affection.
Talking about love and affection, I must thank the people whose affectionate support was always there with me while I laboured at ‘Dream’s Sake.’ I must thank my friends Anubha, Mohit and my cousin Disha who were always ready (actually more than ready at times) to point out my mistakes and help me improve my work. I must also thank Mr. Anupam Gakhar, Founder of Reading Treasure, for always giving me judicious advice, whenever I needed it.
And then, of course, there’s my family without whose love and support this book would never have been possible. I wish all children had as loving a family as I have.
That’s all that I can think of saying right now. I hope my readers would bless my book with their love.
Love to all ,
Jyoti Arora
Chapter 1

‘In that book which is My memory … On the first page That is the chapter when I first met you Appear the words … Here begins a new life’
— La Vita Nuova ‘By ‘Dante Alighieri
“Terror does Diwali shopping in Delhi—killing 55, hurting 155,” the old newspaper clipping proclaimed as it trembled within her fingers.
Those weren’t just numbers, even if they had been correct. Those were people blown into bits. And people left behind to die in bits after them.
But Aashi had died quite enough. It was time to start living again.
She would have torn that paper and thrown it away. But her fingers didn’t obey. She wanted to erase its black words entirely from her memory. But she could not, not yet, anyway. For there was her father in that paper, one among the fifty five dead.
Aashi could not let go of the dead. But it was time now for her to start living again. She had already taken her first step back into life.
Life, though, was no longer how she had once known it.
‘But it won’t last long. I won’t let it last long. I won’t…I won’t!’ Her head was held high as Aashi chanted these words, but her shoulders drooped. Her fingers crushed the peacock-blue fabric of her skirt. Her feet stamped at the ground, and eyes cursed the very dwelling place she had fought so hard to acquire.
‘What? What you won’t let last long?’ Urmila asked, fixing her sleepy eyes on her daughter.
This! This thing!’ Aashi said, pointing at the house they had moved in just that day.
Renting a house for herself and her mother was to be the first happy step to her independence. But the limitedness of her finance had forced Aashi to confine herself into a structure she didn’t even want to call a home.
‘Oh, it just looks old but…’ Urmila mumbled.
‘Old! It looks ancient! They should rent it out to ghosts. Only dead people would live in such a place! And I tell you, Ma, if I live here much longer, I would surely join their group too! It’s so small!’
It’s good enough for the two of us. Besides, you weren’t very happy even when we were living in a bigger home. I don’t know why you had to be so rude to your uncles and aunts. They were only thinking about your wellbeing. It’s not good for a girl to walk out of her own home and live alone in such a dangerous city,’ said Urmila.
They were NOT thinking about my wellbeing. That house was NEVER my home and you really should stop being so afraid. The city is not going to eat me ! ‘ Aashi blazed with fury.
She knew her mother didn’t agree with her decision of living alone. But then, it was the only thing Aashi could have done to escape being married to the dork of her uncles’ choice. They had gobbled up all that should have been hers. There was no way she would let them gobble up her dreams and happiness too.
So, Aashi had done the only thing she could think of. She had started up quite a noisy bit of revolt and declared that she would rather kill herself than marry the guy they had chosen.
The uproar of indignant relatives perhaps cannot be compared to actual pandemonium, but there certainly was considerable sound and fury to be heard echoing within that household for the next few days. It’s another matter, however, that after an appropriate display of shock and rage, and a lot more of sorrow and grief, the family’s dearest child was given the expedient permission to leave the fold and do what she would with her life.
And so, without any hesitation or fear, and with a cheque of fifteen lakh rupees that combined in it the cost of her father’s shop and house, Aashi had walked out of her grandparents’ home.
She had no regrets in leaving her family. But her mother’s tears did burden her heart with a bit of guilt.
‘Don’t worry, Ma, we’ll be alright,’ Aashi mumbled, regretting her fiery outburst in a second. She put her arms around Urmila’s shrunken form and forced her anger to stay out of her voice. ‘Everything will go just as I have planned. And I’ll soon shift us to a better house too. Till then, I guess, we’ll just have to make do with this stifling, miserable place.’
Aashi, I don’t mind this house, and you know that. It may be small, but it’s in a good locality. We are lucky that we got it so cheap,’ Urmila said, patting her daughter’s cheeks.
Aashi nodded at her mother’s words. She knew her mother was right. But what to do if the tranquil satisfaction that came so easily to Urmila was beyond the reach of Aashi’s impatient heart? After all, it was just one room attached to a tiny kitchen and tinier washroom. The rest of the area had been left vacant and converted into a garden. Aashi was sure that even that effort had been made only because the owner was too stingy to cover it up even in bricks and so, had converted his love for money into a love for foliage. A lot of time seemed to have passed however, since even this love had found an indulgence. It was now little more than a tangle of bushes where the struggle for survival had given way to total anarchy.
Curiously though, the house somehow boasted of a compact garage on the side.
‘Nothing but a cowshed,’ Aashi called it and looked wistfully instead at the neatly painted and properly locked garage next door.
She spent several minutes staring at this garage and then the house to which it was attached. That house was sm