About the author
Devanshi Sharma is twenty-two years and three books old. She loves talking about writing and has been invited as a speaker to many institutions, including SRCC and IIT Delhi, to judge their competitions. A dreamer by choice and a stubborn workaholic, for her, her family is her lifeline.
Hailing from the city of food, Indore, Devanshi is a total foodie and enjoys travelling while she is writing. Her previous book No Matter What I Do is a hot-selling read and continues to charm youngsters and elderly alike.
You can know more about her or get in touch with her at:
/authordevanshi
@devanshiauthor
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Praise for the author
and her works
Shes making the write choice.
DNA
A tantalising read...with soul-touching narrative.
The Times of India
Unimaginably Talented.
Hindustan Times
Dreams as a ray of hope: Devansh i.
The Chronicle, Raipur
DEVANSHI SHARMA
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First published by
Srishti Publishers & Distributors in 2018
Copyright Devanshi Sharma, 2018
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This is a work of fiction. The characters, places, organisations and events described in this book are either a work of the authors imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, places, events or organisations is purely coincidental.
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the Publishers.
Printed and bound in India
With the blessings of Radha Krishna, without
whom, this book wouldnt have been possible!
Acknowledgments
B efore even beginning with the acknowledgement, thank you for showering your love on No Matter What I Do and making it a bestseller. Youve made my dream come true! Truly, readers make writers!
Then, coming to our Imperfect Misfits , the title very well defines the journey of the book as well. Out of the previous three books that I have written, this has been the most adventurous journey. And trust me, with all the waves of ups and downs, writing the acknowledgment is the most satisfying thing. Throughout this journey, those who stayed by my side a big thanks to them!
This book consists of some two hundred pages. Each page has a new story to narrate and each story is possible only because of the numerous efforts the most special people in my life have put in. First and foremost, my parents, without whom, forget this book, nothing in my life would have been possible. It is their zeal that keeps the restless soul in me motivated.
My grandparents and my family I know handling a workaholic at home can be irritating and troublesome, but these guys love me the way I am.
My three younger best friends and the closest friends I have in life.
Id actually like to thank each and every person with whom I have had a conversation about our book. Each day, talking of it makes me happier and inspires me to write more. So, to every person who has liked a Facebook post or messaged me, a big thank you!
The best people at workplace and the friends back in Indore, thank you! Without you hearing my endless blabber, this wouldnt have materialised the way this book has!
Last but not the least, I know Ive troubled the team at Srishti a lot, so a big thanks to the brilliant team at Srishti! I am sure well cherish this time and all the experiences later.
Lastly, if Id say I wrote the book in a moving Metro, it wouldnt be wrong. So, thanks to every single person who offered me a seat so I could write.
Id just say what my favourite editor says, Thanks a ton. :)
Prologue
H ow many times do we take a backseat from the day to day rush of our lives to stop and have a date with ourselves? We ask everyone how they are, but how many times have we asked ourselves the same thing? We keep tapping our phones to play and pause the playlist of songs as we travel, but how many instances do you remember of putting the whole world on hold to play the playlist of aims that you wish to achieve?
In rushing to office and in the zest of reaching on time, in rushing back from office in the zeal to get back home, in running to catch the earliest Metro or running to call out to a cab, perhaps the little wish inside the heart gets lost.
Before even reading Tiashas story, take a minute, close your eyes and ask yourself,
What do I want?
First ten seconds, everything around you will seem to distract you, the next ten seconds your mind will suggest the materialistic pursuits of life (which by the way are important), however can be ignored for the time being. Finally, in the last few seconds of the second minute, that is, if you reach that point, youll know what you really want.
Whatever you find in the final ten seconds that is your answer. Could be as fun as being a joker or perhaps as serious as being a pilot, but whatever it is, it is your secret dream.
Take a minute, take an hour, or take a lifetime, but finding answer to this question is, well, exceptionally significant.
And, just before you judge this to be a self help book
Part - I
Just like those freshly
fried aloo tikkis
T ravelling in a crowded Metro, bargaining with the shopkeepers at Sarojini Nagar, the huge statue of Lord Hanuman and the capture of the running Metro that features in all Indian television soaps, the sexy girls, the tharki boys, the Haryanvi accent, the rich Punjabi food thanks to all the cinematographers of the Indian television, thats all we know of Delhi.
Bhaiya dilli toh dilwalon ka shehar hai. Thats what we have heard repeatedly, haina ?
Little did we know about a story brewing in the posh yet forgotten streets of West Delhi.
Go straight for three hundred metres and turn right.
So ordered the lady we all speak to, almost every day, but whom we have never met the Google girl. As she said so, Aakaash sat back in the comfortable Wagon R and fiddled with his phone. He had just entered the city of food, people, fights, and pollution, which was, by the way, his nest.
Taking the camera to the back seat of the Wagon R which was being driven by an old driver, lets zoom at the face sitting at the back seat. Dressed in a translucent yellow t-shirt and a pair of casual jeans; the square-framed, matte-finished spectacles which covered his extremely tranquil eyes; and a Samsung smartphone in his hand, Aakaash kept scrolling down, his eyes carefully reading the comments posted on a YouTube video.
