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.

he rubbed his cold palms against each other and breathed out a puff of warm air to warm them up. melodramatic hug. Soon he pulled out his jacket and zipped it up till his neck. It might have 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. Homosexuality now legal in India. With this gesture he signalled his disagreement to take a cab. A round of warm greetings and smiles occupied the next few minutes. he pulled out his cellphone from the pocket of his jeans and switched it on to make a call. Looking here and there in search of someone. Seconds later. It was that cold. The last time they had been together was during their first reunion which had happened almost five years back. By then the exposed parts of his body had turned cold. The temperature must have been close to 4 degrees. ‘Supreme Court finally does away with Section 377. His friends Happy and Manpreet had come out of the car to embrace Amardeep. the honking taxis. there stood scores of cars. Amardeep let his body feel and embrace the cold surrounding him. He then made his way out of the gathering. Amardeep perched his back against the bonnet of the first car in the series. compelling the just-arrived passengers to pull out their jackets. ‘Kithey jaana hai. and it still hadn’t left him. A few taxi drivers had besieged Amardeep. Amid the hustlebustle of getting a passenger one of the drivers almost lifted his bag and asked. paaji?’ Amardeep quickly retaliated by snatching his luggage back from him. ‘Raam j-i-i-i-i-i-i!’ shouted someone as the door of the car opened. Enjoying the initial few moments. At the exit door. Maybe that’s why they couldn’t help themselves from celebrating this moment with a long. the crazy relatives and the masses of passengers all made the place chaotically noisy.’ he said and kept describing the whereabouts of the place he was at. The place was calm. but he could not bear it for long.Love was in the air and red was the colour everywhere. He walked up till the parking lot where there was not much of a crowd. offering him a paid ride. In one hand he had his favourite Economic Times and a half-filled water bottle while in the other he held the handle of his wheeled bag which he rolled in tandem with his walk. It was nostalgic for them to meet each other after so long. ‘Yes. the constant announcements. until a black Santro stopped right in front of him. I am at the parking lot.’ . Underneath a row of tall lamp posts. The foggy breath that he exhaled was visible. He placed the newspaper on the bonnet and put the water bottle over it to prevent it from flying off with the wind. It was the nickname with which Amardeep had been baptized during his college days. Adding to the winter chill was the cool breeze which was blowing that evening.

‘Has anyone ever seen what a radio station looks like from inside?’ Happy’s voice roared further. They talked to each other for a while as Happy drove the car out of the airport towards the city. . ‘Has anyone of us been on a radio channel ever?’ ‘No!’ came the responses in unison. Happy pressed the accelerator. ‘He is right. It was a nicely packed white envelope with .’ said Amardeep.’ Happy chuckled. . A little later Happy shouted against the volume of the song being played. Happy returned quickly. ‘What happened. encouraging everyone’s mood. . ‘I am missing him. Then Amardeep put his hand on Happy’s shoulder. ‘We all are missing him. He knew Happy’s strange nature of giving preference to little things. Without revealing much detail. ‘Give me ten minutes and I will be back. ‘That was fast. hu-u-u-u-u-u!’ completed Raamji. But Happy was first to speak. Happy kept driving. signalling that he was doing well. Happy stopped the car in front of a local Internet cafe. This one is for Ravin hu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u . this time accompanied with laughter. Each of them had the same thought running in his mind. ‘Doesn’t matter.’ No one said anything for a few moments. Happy started the vehicle and Manpreet turned off the music system to enable further conversation.Moments later. dude?’ probed Manpreet. No . Let us cheer for this reason instead of being sad. .’ Amardeep tried to understand the criticality but then stepped back from asking any question. giving way to a euphoric smile in addition to a steely resolve that they would help their friend. ‘We are here for good. Amardeep took the back seat and relaxed.’ A ray of hope passed across their faces. no . Manpreet increased the volume of the music system in the car. In Happy’s absence. ‘I told you it’s going to be quick. . as long as we are clear about what we are going to do. ‘Hahaha . . he started the engine again. . We are here for Ravin. And this reunion is for Ravin. Some time passed and gradually they became silent. while Happy dumped Amardeep’s luggage in the rear of the car. Manpreet and Amardeep chatted for a while.’ said Manpreet in response.’ followed the answers again in unison.’ Amardeep acknowledged. He didn’t even take ten full minutes. ‘Nothing much—just a quick email!’ Happy answered undoing his seat belt. After a drive of some fifteen kilometres. Happy then pointed his finger towards the glove compartment beneath the dashboard of the car and asked Manpreet to open it and look for an envelope. Manpreet found it and picked it up. .

We at Superhits 93. written by a lover in the memory of his beloved. Amardeep and Manpreet who are again the real-life characters in the book as our guests. So tune into this Valentine’s Day’s special show Raat Baaki.the logo of a prominent radio station embossed on the top left corner: Superhits 93.blogspot. to listen to the unsaid stories behind the making of I Too Had a Love Story and to know what more happened in Ravin’s and his friends’ lives after this book got launched. along with his good friends Happy.5 RED FM.5 RED FM . He lit the roof light of the car and began reading the letter out loud for everyone’s sake. ‘This Valentine’s Day evening Superhits 93. Bajaate Raho! Inside was an invitation letter which Manpreet opened with twinkling eyes.html . .. On this Valentine’s Day we are proud to have on our show Ravin. only on Superhits 93. . at 9’ Chapter 2 will be soon available at http://canlovehappentwice.5 RED FM truly consider this love story to be the equivalent of a modern-day Taj Mahal. who wrote and shared his love story with us. the numberone FM station.5 RED FM is delighted to host the talk show with the real-life characters of the bestselling and heart-touching true romantic tale of this decade—I Too Had a Love Story.m. to talk to Ravin and his friends. Baat Baaki.

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