Life is all about embracing the things that matter most to you and letting go of everything else.
For Ananya Nanda, every new day is a treasure chest of riches, waiting to be claimed. For Vidhi Khurrana, life can only be lived by being focused and deciding what you want. For Dia Gandhi, friendship is freedom-- freedom from the self doubts and expectations that often torment humans. For Geet Juneja, everything is beautiful and kind, life is full of mysteries waiting to be solved.
The four friends are as unlike each other as anything. The only thing they have in common is great friendship and affection for each other, the loyalty that they share. Like the Forget-Me-Nots, their friendship blossoms sweet and humble, and at times bold and fun-loving, and through the highs and lows, the thick and thin, they stick together.
But friendship is good only while it lasts... or so it seems.
While it is true that life is beautiful, it also plays games. And the people who are most important to us, have the most power of hurting us.
When loyalty is overshadowed by secrets, trust broken by betrayal and friendship trying to hold the fragile bonds of the remnants of a disaster, only time can tell how much can survive-- how much can be forgotten.
But fifteen years later, a single phone call changes all their lives, and the friends find themselves realizing how easy it is, after all, to Forget-Me-Not...
Love.
Something that I've always believed in. Something my mom taught me is the most beautiful, precious thing in the world. Some people say gives your life a purpose, and some say it completes you.
Some say it's beautiful, some say it's pain. But for me it's her. She's love. She's the only meaning of love I've ever known, Anaaya.
I love her the way I've never thought it's possible, and I love every tiny thing about her I didn't know I'd love and I've lost count. And I still can't call her mine, but I knew since the beginning. I am hers. Only hers, more than I belonged to myself, I belonged to her.
But here I am in the darkness of night, under the stars, as they witness her turning her back on me and walking away leaving me in this darkness where I couldn't find myself without her.
Every drop of her tear burnt me into ashes, every ounce of her pain killed me a million times, I no longer know how many times I died seeing her hurt. Her dark eyes, the mirror of the night sky. No longer held the twinkle of the brightest stars. It was just darkness now thats surrounding me.
I've lost her. My Anaaya. And standing here with a stray tear, I wonder... will she ever love someone like me.
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Love is pain, but it's also beautiful.
And you cannot forget your first love.
Author's Note : This book is the part two of the book "With A Girl Like Me". Before you read this, please read the part one.