‘ ( Crazy, stupid Cupid ) : My entry for the Get Published contest’

Yes! It is a love story. It has a girl, a boy, the blind Cupid and the story.

It is a story of a journalist, Zoya, working in the top media house in Delhi for a couple of years and Raj, a banker, an engineer from Delhi College of Engineering and an MBA from a top college working in a leading bank in CP, Delhi.

As our blind Cupid would have it they fell in love.

Zoya loved music, books, poems and stories while Raj loved maths, money and business.

She talked of Yeats and Milton and he talked of meetings and cracking monthly targets.

She cribbed for his time and he explained her the importance of money. But, they knew they loved each other.

They played their parts en-regle, but, what went wrong?

If you are one of those who fell in love, did all that they could to keep it safe but eventually lost it and became a self-chronicler after that, you would wonder whether it does qualify to be a love story or something bigger than love.

Crazy, stupid Cupid is such a story where we learn a few more things about love. Firstly you do not always get to choose and secondly you do not always get to keep it and last but not the least it is you who always does the damage control after our blind cupid fails with his arrow.

More than Zoya and Raj it is the story of the blind Cupid.

What makes this story real is that it is a story of a fellow journalist and I have seen her grow within and beyond in this relationship. It has a little of myself in it as well.
 

Excerpt:

“Is it a problem?” Zoya asked, staring outside the car.

“What is?” confronted Raj.

“My love for you. Is it a problem?”

“Is it too big for you that you are sinking in it or worse still is it so vast that you are feeling suffocated?”

Raj was silent. So was Zoya.

After a long uncomfortable silence Raj said, “No”.

“Zoya, I don't understand you sometimes, in fact most of the times.”

“In that case Raj, it is a problem. You and I. We are a problem.”

Time stopped and nothing but ghory silence was shared between the two.

This is my entry for the HarperCollins-IndiBlogger Get Published Contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.