My Failed Experiments with Love

Pretext

"Saisweta, For God's sake, Don't you dare do anything without telling us first..." is something I have often heard from my friends. Known as the impatient, impulsive trouble maker, I often take decisions which makes my friends want to hire an assassin to take me out at night. But I think of these fuck ups as the plot twists that my life needs for it to be a blockbuster or atleast I have to pretend they are (so I am not murdered in my sleep). Afterall, life is too short to be safe and these little everyday thrills make it worth living.

Now coming on this book, an idea that came in the afternoon and had taken shape by evening, is another probably bad decision plotted by the idle demon living in my head.

For years we have either seen matches made in heaven or love stories sad enough to break our hearts. There has never been an in between. But Love cant always lie in the extreme ends of perspectives, right?

My stories are neither of a swoon worthy first love or fairytale happy ending of the main leads. These are the stories of the side characters. Stories of all those people who never made it to the end. Each one taught me a love that I didn't knew before and took me on roads unknown to others. Like experiments, they taught me little by little about myself and also of this fabled word called 'Love'.

So join along as I take you through all the boys I have loved before.