“Lost in time” – my entry to the Get Published contest’’

“Lost in time” – my entry to the Get Published contest’’

How this “love” works in life? No one knows the answer, or they do, in a completely different manner, the sparks, and the situation the feelings all varies man to man. occasionally the time and the actual recognition of that feelings happened in the most odd manner that other than that person no one can relate to that, but the bizarre circumstances does not make those love stories any less important.

“Lost in time” is a love story about two people, Akash a loner and a struggling writer, and a girl name Torsha, Torsha is name of a Bengali river. Far away from each other but still love happened, the feelings existed, but only problem was they belonged to different time, one in past one in present, they never met, never spoke to each other never shared a cup of coffee together, never walked in moonlight holding hands, but they shared the feelings they shared same ideas and understood each other better than anyone else. But they both had a fulfilling life with loved ones and their own family, they both were happy and both were somehow fell in love with each other, in love, age does not matter, creed, cast nationality does not matter, but in this story time did not matter either.

What Makes This Story ‘Real’: it may be a bizarre uncommon story but I first realized that, this was a real story when I was visiting my uncle’s house; one of the main characters was a neighbor of my uncle, for a very long time that person was known about as a grumpy old neighbor living all alone in that old age. Once visiting the house I realized the real story some from that individual and some from old diaries and letters. I was amazed and felt obligated to share that pure love story.

Extract: "Torsha’s parents first met on the banks of the river Torsha on a sunny bright winter day, so when their new born baby first smiled the name Torsha came rushing to their minds and flooded them with the amazing feeling of pure happiness, so the name bonded with the baby forever, it became the sign of her existence, a symbol of love. She knew love from the moment of her origin........"

Endnote: This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.