"God knows all but delivers the best"— My entry to the Get Published contest.
Love is a word which is easy to be pronounced but very difficult to keep the honour of this word. Nowadays, to say, “I love you,” is like an illiterate person is using grandiloquent words without knowing the meaning of the same. The ethical values have deteriorated and so has the meaning of relationship, be it any relation, but love–the purest–is worst hit.
God knows all but delivers the best, is a real-time love story from the land of Ganga which is a city said to be the gate to eternity—Allahabad. It is story of a young boy who is made to respect the ethics of life, though being educated as per the need of the hour; still the values entrusted in him were as firm as rock and as pure as the Holy water of Ganga—which is never contaminated by anything. It is the love story from the land of Ganga where it is said that sacred union of the rivers Ganga, Yamuna and Saraswati is positioned. Union is the most important aspect of love, till then the love is not termed to be complete. From this holy land our hero Shalinder is moving toward the big city for need of job which is his utmost desire but his heart if full to the brim with love of Sangita. Sangita is the heroin who is in her final year of college and the two are in love which is accepted to all. The morals and the ethical values are centered in the story in such a way that the rich culture of the then India is to be seen which has changed with the span of time. The characters of this story are all real-time ones; of many are alive, but few of them are nowhere to be seen in this mortal world. The desires of all the character is displayed in a way which is too close to the roots of India and will make the reader to feel the essence of Allahabad and Delhi, the two cities being the centers in this story.
The actual life style of Allahabad which is narrated by most writers in Hindi language is present in this story which is not being narrative, but still gives an impression as if the reader is a part of the story. The life of Allahabad and Delhi in the last decade of the twentieth century is described for the reader which they can imagine for themselves while driving to office and back home on busy roads of these cities, which are choked now, were smooth then.
Extracts for the story:
Sitting on the confluence of the two rivers–Ganga and Yamuna–Shalinder was looking at the rising sun when the ago old fragrance of Mongra flower distracted his attention. Turing toward his right and looking above his should he was waiting for her to come, as usual.