دانلود رمان انگلیسی “دختری که آخرین بار عاشقش شدم”

Present Day… Mumbai Darkness all around. Vision getting blurred. It takes some time for the eyes to get adjusted to sudden darkness or brightness. Just like in life, we are always taken aback by sudden pleasure or pain, the same feeling of breathlessness, why does it always surround me. I am gasping for air and not getting much success. Someone pushing me from behind; in turn I am pushing the one in front of me. You’ve to impel others to get what you want; you can’t blame others as everyone including yourself is doing the same. I can feel the adrenalin rush. Everyone has to run as they have a place to reach, a place they call home – a home where someone is waiting for them, who will be worried if they are late. But me, I am just getting dragged along the crowd as I have no place to reach, no place to call a home, no family to wait for me. Look at the irony of the situation – life is making me smirk at my very own misery! It’s really funny, even if you aren’t making any effort to move on, you will, as time never stops. You feel nothing much is going to change but it does, slowly and gradually without you ever noticing. People who are important will cease to matter six years from now if they walk out of your life at this point. You won’t forget them but you won’t even recall them every ‘now and then’, even if it was the person you were once ‘madly in love’ with. You may still be in love with that person, but other things will get in your head and your lover’s memories will be locked behind a door you would rarely visit. The time progressed a minute or few and I was out of that overfilled passage. Huh! It’s Friday, so I am travelling by locals. It feels great to be around so many people whom you don’t know at all but you can somewhere relate to their lives. A great place to identify yourself with several emotions, which either you can’t feel or no longer have the ability to. I used to come here as a kid. Dad used to bring me here for a walk and get me my favourite cutlet which Bansi bhaiya used to make around the corner. That was till he got transferred to Lucknow… and then he never returned.