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Can Love HappenTwice eBook Download PDF Ravinder Singh

Can Love HappenTwice eBook Download PDF Ravinder Singh

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Chapter One:-
Dusk had fallen when Amardeep walked out of the exit gate of the busy
Chandigarh airport. A chilly winter welcomed him for the very first time to ‘
The
City Beautiful’. The evening was even more beautiful for it was Valentine’s Day.
 
Love was in the air and red was the colour everywhere. The temperature musthave been close to 4 degrees. Adding to the winter chill was the cool breezewhich was blowing that evening, compelling the just-arrived passengers to pullout their jackets.Enjoying the initial few moments, Amardeep let his body feel and embrace thecold surrounding him, but he could not bear it for long. Soon he pulled out his jacket and zipped it up till his neck. The foggy breath that he exhaled was visible.It was that cold.At the exit door, the constant announcements, the honking taxis, the crazyrelatives and the masses of passengers all made the place chaotically noisy. A fewtaxi drivers had besieged Amardeep, offering him a paid ride. Amid the hustle-bustle of getting a passenger one of the drivers almost lifted his bag and asked,
‘Kithey jaana hai, paaji?’
 Amardeep quickly retaliated by snatching his luggage back from him. With thisgesture he signalled his disagreement to take a cab.He then made his way out of the gathering. In one hand he had his favouriteEconomic Times and a half-filled water bottle while in the other he held thehandle of his wheeled bag which he rolled in tandem with his walk. He walked uptill the parking lot where there was not much of a crowd. The place was calm.Underneath a row of tall lamp posts, there stood scores of cars. Amardeepperched his back against the bonnet of the first car in the series. By then theexposed parts of his body had turned cold. He placed the newspaper on thebonnet and put the water bottle over it to prevent it from flying off with the wind.Looking here and there in search of someone, he rubbed his cold palms againsteach other and breathed out a puff of warm air to warm them up.Seconds later, he pulled out his cellphone from the pocket of his jeans andswitched it on to make a call.
‘Yes, I am at the parking lot,’ he said and kept describing the whereabouts of the
place he was at, until a black Santro stopped right in front of him.
‘Raam j
-i-i-i-i-i-
i!’ shouted someone as the door of the car opened.
 It was the nickname with which Amardeep had been baptized during his college
days, and it still hadn’t left him. His friends Happy and Man
preet had come out of the car to embrace Amardeep. A round of warm greetings and smiles occupiedthe next few minutes. It was nostalgic for them to meet each other after so long.The last time they had been together was during their first reunion which had
happened almost five years back. Maybe that’s why they couldn’t help
themselves from celebrating this moment with a long, melodramatic hug. It mighthave been bizarre for others to watch the three guys hugging each other on a
Valentine’s Day evening!
 The headline on the fluttering Economic Times under the half-filled bottle over
the bonnet of the car behind them read, ‘Supreme Court finally does away withSection 377; Homosexuality now legal in India.’
 
 
Moments later, while Happy dumped Amardeep’s luggage i
n the rear of the car,Amardeep took the back seat and relaxed. Happy started the vehicle andManpreet turned off the music system to enable further conversation. Theytalked to each other for a while as Happy drove the car out of the airport towardsthe city.After a drive of some fifteen kilometres, Happy stopped the car in front of a localInternet cafe.
‘What happened, dude?’ probed Manpreet.
 
‘Nothing much—just a quick email!’ Happy answered undoing his seat belt. ‘Give
me ten minutes and I will be back
.’
 Amardeep tried to understand the criticality but then stepped back from asking
any question. He knew Happy’s strange nature of giving preference to little things.
 
In Happy’s absence, Manpreet and Amardeep chatted for a while.
 Happy returned quickly. He
didn’t even take ten full minutes.
 
‘That was fast,’ Amardeep acknowledged.
 
‘I told you it’s going to be quick.’ Happy chuckled.
 Without revealing much detail, he started the engine again. Some time passedand gradually they became silent. Happy kept driving. Each of them had the samethought running in his mind. But Happy was first to speak.
‘I am missing him.’
 No one said anything for a few moments.
Then Amardeep put his hand on Happy’s shoulder. ‘We all are missing him. Andthis reunion is for Ravin,’ sai
d Amardeep.
‘He is right,’ said Manpreet in response. ‘We are here for good. We are here forRavin. Let us cheer for this reason instead of being sad.’
 A ray of hope passed across their faces, giving way to a euphoric smile in additionto a steely resolve that they would help their friend.Happy pressed the accelerator, signalling that he was doing well. Manpreetincreased the volume of the music system in the car.A little later Happy shouted against the volume of the song being played,
encouraging everyone’s mood.
 
‘Has anyone of us been on a radio channel ever?’
 
‘No!’ came the responses in unison.
 
‘Has anyone ever seen what a radio station looks like from inside?’ Happy’s voice
roared further.
‘Hahaha . . . No . . . no . . .’ followed the answers again in unison, this time
accompanied with laughter.
‘Doesn’t matter, as long as we are clear about what we are going to do. This one
is for Ravin hu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u . . . hu-u-u-u-u-
u!’ completed Raamji.
 Happy then pointed his finger towards the glove compartment beneath thedashboard of the car and asked Manpreet to open it and look for an envelope.Manpreet found it and picked it up. It was a nicely packed white envelope with

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