Countless Stories of My Passion.

Part 6 Click Here. The robot that used to live in me was dying day by day. Now I used to do what my heart wants me to do. I was pretty sure about my idea and was waiting to leave India and reach Paris. There was a zeal to establish my restaurant. Only a week was left. Meanwhile in Paris Aruj had already shortlisted some chefs, for our restaurant. Here in India, no one except my mom was supporting me not even my dad. He wanted me to walk on the safe road, and secure my future. But I wanted something else; I wanted my dreams to be fulfilled. I wanted to complete my fantasy list that I was making since I was a kid. I resigned from my workplace. My boss was shocked. My boss was a genuine person and I told him about my plan, he had total faith in me and in my idea. Now only three days were left, I rented my house, sold unnecessary household things. I had enough cash to at least spend few weeks in Paris without any problem. Now for the last time, I wanted to meet every person I...

Part 5 Click Here Next morning, I was unwilling to go to the office. So I took a sudden leave and started researching about Paris and its economy. I had a friend who now lives in Paris. I recovered contact with him. I called him and told what I was looking for. I wanted a shop on Rue du Renard road. That was the tourist center and was good for business. But it was near to impossible to get a shop there. But as I knew, my friend had high contacts and he was a person of helping nature. The whole day went in research and reviving old contacts. I was excited about the decision. And I made up my mind to tell my father about my decision and not to ask him. And it was Friday evening and I thought it would be best to tell him now. So I did the same. I called him, and luckily he was in the town and was going to meet me next day, so I told him about my decision and now he wanted to meet me the same night. I knew what he was going to say to me, but now I wouldn’t listen to him. In my ent...

Part 4 Click Here It was midnight and I completed my new sketch, in the beginning, I was confused what to sketch, slowly my hand started scribbling on its own, and I completed sketching Vrinda. I don’t know why I sketched her, but that sketch was my best work up till now. That night I slept peacefully and was the best night in six years. Next morning, I was dealing with the same schedule and was again being a robot. I went to the office and came back home at night. Nothing new happened. I was sitting on my balcony and was completing my office work, as soon as my work got over, I start looking in the sky and again my artist came to me. Suddenly I ran towards the kitchen, took out some utensils and opened my recipe book; I looked over some dishes and chose one to cook. It took me an hour to cook that Italian dish. I served that dish in two plates, and gave one of the plates to my neighbor Arushi, she also lived alone, and we were good friends. I ate my dinner, I was happy to ...

Part 3 Click Here It was three years ago when I was a totally different person and now I’ve changed. Perhaps those changes came to bring the best of myself out. I am happy now that I changed in those three years. I came to college like a normal party loving, friendly guy, and later I became more of a studious guy, after that Vrinda came to Delhi and I was on the verge of getting back to that same old Arnav but as soon as I got to know that Vrinda was no more mine and was dating someone else; my soul was pushed back to the same old studious boy. Now it was the last year in my college, I was all about studies and the result of my hard work was that I got a job in Google, dream workplace of engineers. The best part was of the job was that I was going to look after the Indian office. I don’t how this was the best part, maybe because I was still keeping hopes to get back with Vrinda. My college was over; I got the degree and a proud moment for my father. I gave him my degree whi...

Part 2 Click Here. I started liking Delhi. One year in Delhi, went happily and I least cared to visit Uttrakhand, not even for Vrinda. I made some new friends. For an instance I was thinking that my life is going well, I’d no problems. My father used to give me twenty-thousands a month for my extra pocket, which was more than sufficient. I was studying well, partying well. But sometimes I used to feel that something is missing. I used to miss Vrinda, she was the one who used to hear me every night and I loved to share my thoughts with her every night. For last one year, I never shared anything with anyone. I was missing her voice, growing up had a disadvantage. We became busy and couldn’t even call each other. I lived in a three-room flat with two roommates. I used my free time in sketching and cooking. My roommates used to love my food and they encouraged me to open up a restaurant, and I used to silence my passion inside. I had a dream of opening my restaurant in Paris, if ...

Part 1 Click Here My Parents came late, the next day. They told me to reach my uncle’s house as they will be meeting me there and then we all will come back to our house. I was nervous, and I was not ready to tell my father about my passion, but however, I made up my mind and got ready for the get-together at my uncle’s place. I went there and met my relatives, and then lately my parents showed up, they looked tired but were pretending all excited. It was a nice time spending with relatives, but it was boring too. I am the only young boy in my whole family neither I have any cousins of my age, so it is pretty much boring spending time with relatives. The get-together went great, everyone was happy, or they were pretending to be. When we all came back home, my father gifted me a laptop and was very happy with my performance in school. My parents were in their room and talking about the get-together. And I thought that it might be the best time to tell them about my passion and...

I woke up late; I was all alone in my house. Except for few servants, there was no one else in the house. The previous night I hosted a party in my house and the reason for that party was the end of my school life. I completed my school studies and now I was aiming for my passion, as my carrier. I had no interest in college studies, but I was afraid that I will have to go to college as my father believes in higher studies. I belong to a much-known family in Uttrakhand, India. My family has been rich from several generations. My great grandfather was the prince of ten villages in Uttrakhand and since then my family has handled throne. However, now it’s all democracy, still, the citizen of those villages comes to my father before visiting the court. My father believes in Social Work and that is the reason, the whole state respects him the most. My family has several businesses and due to those reasons I rarely see my father at home. Every weekend my parents are out of station for some ...