We weren't lovers like that
At The Start Of The New Millennium, Aftab S Life Came Undone. He Turned Forty, And His Wife Of Fourteen Years Left Him For Another Man, Taking Their Only Child With Her. Now He Is On A Train To Dehradun, The Town Of His Childhood, Doing The One Thing He Feels He Is Still Good At: Running Away. As He Looks Back On His Imperfect Past, Crowded With Personal And Professional Compromises, Only A Slim Hope Saves Him From Despair: Perhaps This Flight Will Give Him A Second Chance To Reclaim A Long-Lost Love That Could Have Been His, Had He The Courage Of His Convictions. And Then He Can Start Afresh.
With Uncommon Sensitivity And A Rare Understanding Of Human Emotions, Navtej Sarna Has Produced A Poignant Account Of A Life Of Missed Opportunities And Approximate Loves.
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