Olive Chaudhuri

"Oh my God!" "What? What is it?" The girl grabbed onto her friend's wrist and her eyes went round. She forced them both to a stop and pulled out a magazine from her backpack and flashed it in front of her friend's face. "Yeah. Buddhadev Sen Gupta...So? Why are you getting excited about a magazine you bought ten minutes back?" She turned him to face the other side and pointed, "Because he's sitting right there in front of us!" I sighed. The beard and all black outfit were clearly not a good enough cover-up. I adjusted to sit more comfortably on the sofa in the hotel lobby. The teenagers neared me with a polite hesitation and the girl mumbled, "Excuse me, sir?" I looked up and said, "Hi..." She broke into an even bigger grin and gushed, "Oh my God! I knew it was you! This is the best day ever! I am so excited! I love you! I mean...uh...I love you as...a fan!" She turned red in the face and her friend took o...

“ Baba, I really wish you didn't take up this shift. ” I smiled at my beautiful, loving daughter. She always cares too much about me. As I do the same for her. She needs to go to dance school. She loves dance, my lovely girl. I want her to learn at a proper school and these school fees are expensive. I want her to have a shot at all her dreams. If this is one of her dreams, I want her to achieve it. I am a taxi driver. I had decided to take up the night shift at the cab company I was working for. It was unofficially called the ‘ After Hours ' shift. However, this is not really my story. This is the story of how one passenger helped me stay awake on my very first day at this new shift. I am getting ahead though. I must begin where all stories begin. At the beginning. My taxi was booked to drive a gentleman from Ranaghat to Behala that night. It was a 3 hour journey. The gentleman sat next to me instead of behind like everyone else does. I looked at him curiously and switched on...

 ~EPILOGUE 3~ A/N: Yes, I had never planned on writing BACK IN TIME. And in all honesty, most of what kept happening with Meera and Vedant throughout the novel, was just me observing things around me and letting this story be the outlet for my emotional turmoil about so many things in the past year. I can't control the World, but I can control my characters and how they deal with problems in their life. Here's the last part of the epilogue, a little peek into their future and how I see the two of them come to terms with reality. Enjoy! **************** "Chai for Ms. Modi!" Meera turned on her spot, raising her brows at him. Vedant blushed, "Sorry sorry. Mrs. Shah. Happy?" She grinned, grabbing the Styrofoam cup from his palm and bringing it close to her lips. Blowing at the hot tea she replied, "Very happy." Vedant settled next to her on the stoned flooring at Marine Drive, nursing his tea cup in his palm, "I ki...