A child befriends another & it is for keeps.Or so it seems. Surya nicknamed Sunny & Sandhya nicknamed Sandy go to school together, eat together & dream together. They promise never to lose each other. Fate, it seems, has other plans. Sunny is anguished that Sandy has left the town .He has no clue where she might have gone & why.
Sunny grows up & his heart still yearns for his childhood friend Sandy. He is a system programmer now .He has few friends & yet he is constantly pining for Sandy.
And one day , his friend sets him to meet a call girl .Sunny is least interested. And then , a tragedy happens. Sunny is furious.He abducts the call girl Saloni & flees .Sunny is hoping that Saloni will lead him to his destination or rather the target. Can Saloni be trusted ? Sunny is vaciilatiung between doubt & trust.Saloni behaves maturely at some points & very money minded at some pints. Sunny is confused. He is sure, Saloni is good for nothing .After all can a girl who sells sex ever be good ? And as the tale advances, Sunny is confronted with Saloni's character .She is a courageous girl who can be magnanimous as well .Sunny is forced to change his opinion. Is Sunny able to reach his target ? Who or what is his aim in abducting Saloni ? And who is Saloni ? In all this chasing of target, does Sunny forget Sandhya ? What about Sandhya ? Does she remember Sunny ?
The story goes back & forth in the past & comes back to the present. The fight sequences are very detailed .Initial chapters are short & later, chapters are long. All this makes it interesting. A very different story ably narrated.
Sunny grows up & his heart still yearns for his childhood friend Sandy. He is a system programmer now .He has few friends & yet he is constantly pining for Sandy.
And one day , his friend sets him to meet a call girl .Sunny is least interested. And then , a tragedy happens. Sunny is furious.He abducts the call girl Saloni & flees .Sunny is hoping that Saloni will lead him to his destination or rather the target. Can Saloni be trusted ? Sunny is vaciilatiung between doubt & trust.Saloni behaves maturely at some points & very money minded at some pints. Sunny is confused. He is sure, Saloni is good for nothing .After all can a girl who sells sex ever be good ? And as the tale advances, Sunny is confronted with Saloni's character .She is a courageous girl who can be magnanimous as well .Sunny is forced to change his opinion. Is Sunny able to reach his target ? Who or what is his aim in abducting Saloni ? And who is Saloni ? In all this chasing of target, does Sunny forget Sandhya ? What about Sandhya ? Does she remember Sunny ?
The story goes back & forth in the past & comes back to the present. The fight sequences are very detailed .Initial chapters are short & later, chapters are long. All this makes it interesting. A very different story ably narrated.
A WALK IN THE RAIN
by
Udai Yadla
Blurb
Love is elixir that keeps you alive. Love is poison that kills you. Unreciprocated love keeps you alive but kills every day.
Heartbroken Sunny lives a reclusive life, trapped in the past, living in his memories. He has no complaints about his life but refuses to embrace the present.
Saloni is a prostitute who is desperate to earn money by any means. She does not care about exploiting others to fulfill her purpose.
Fate unites the loner and the prostitute to embark on a life changing journey of retribution and self discovery.
Lovelorn Sunny turns misogynistic after Sandy, the only girl he loved walks away from his life, unannounced. He suffers painful solitude for almost two decades with the relentless haunting of her thoughts. A distressed friend Imran, vows to change his life forever. A surprise planned for his birthday turns into a tragedy that claims the life of his dear friend, triggering a series of unbelievable events. As Imran gets killed by a stranger, Sunny's calm life suddenly turns into a turbulent storm. With nothing left to live for, vengeance becomes his ultimate mission. His reluctant alliance with a prostitute to trace the killer sets him onto a nerve racking adventure of life and death.
Both are bound to a common goal with different motives but destiny has its own motive. A walk in the rain is an intricate tale of intense emotions, driven by hair raising twists and turns.
Read an excerpt from the book...
Surya woke up to the symphonic pattering of the incessant rain drops on his bedroom window panes. He dragged himself to the window in a hypnopompic daze and sat on a chair beside. He pushed opened the window and stared outside to witness the magic of the tender rain. It, actually, was a magical sight.
The tiny specks of rain slapping the leaves of the trees and the leaves swaying to the tune of the rain droplets
The fresh sprouts of the fluorescent green leaves peeking out through the nodes of the branches
Chirping of the sparrows sheltered in their nests
The fragrant aroma of the rain permeating the cool breeze
And the cool breeze seeping in through the window, forcing him to fetal position, gently caressing him
It was magical indeed. The ringing of his phone at the table near him attempted to disturb his dreamy experience. He silenced it without even looking at it and continued to enjoy the blissful beauty of the pluvial charm. There was a mystic bond between the two. He sat at the window, silently staring at the rain as if he was deciphering a coded message. The ringing of his phone interrupted him again. He didn’t ignore the call this time. He shrugged in exasperation as he picked the phone. His frustration vanished when he knew who was calling. He smiled as he looked at the calling number.
“Hey Sunny boy… What took you so long?” screamed a voice at the other end, as he attended the call.
He had a close circle of very few friends, who call him Sunny. Others didn’t know his nickname. He maintained formal relationship with the rest from his old friends circle. He had to move away from the window to make the call as the sound of the rain was a disturbance to the caller. He had a short call with his friend, desperate to go back to his private conversation with the rain.
When he returned, he observed that the pattering of the rain drops had ceased its long and continuous endeavor. Sunny dropped his phone on the table and looked at the clock.
‘Damn it… The rain tricked me once again.” He was late to his office.
He rushed to the bathroom and finished his daily chores in record time. Skipping his breakfast, which had almost become a habit for him, he wore a pant and shirt, carelessly picked from his modest wardrobe. He didn’t even look at the mirror to check how he looked. He didn’t care.
As he rushed out snatching his bag from the shelf, he made an abrupt stop at the window. He stared at the droplets clinging on the window pane as he slowly walked up to the window. He then connected the droplets form the word ‘SANDY’ on the pane and his lips curved into a smile on his bushy bearded face without his knowledge, which he noticed in the reflection on the window pane.
The tiny specks of rain slapping the leaves of the trees and the leaves swaying to the tune of the rain droplets
The fresh sprouts of the fluorescent green leaves peeking out through the nodes of the branches
Chirping of the sparrows sheltered in their nests
The fragrant aroma of the rain permeating the cool breeze
And the cool breeze seeping in through the window, forcing him to fetal position, gently caressing him
It was magical indeed. The ringing of his phone at the table near him attempted to disturb his dreamy experience. He silenced it without even looking at it and continued to enjoy the blissful beauty of the pluvial charm. There was a mystic bond between the two. He sat at the window, silently staring at the rain as if he was deciphering a coded message. The ringing of his phone interrupted him again. He didn’t ignore the call this time. He shrugged in exasperation as he picked the phone. His frustration vanished when he knew who was calling. He smiled as he looked at the calling number.
“Hey Sunny boy… What took you so long?” screamed a voice at the other end, as he attended the call.
He had a close circle of very few friends, who call him Sunny. Others didn’t know his nickname. He maintained formal relationship with the rest from his old friends circle. He had to move away from the window to make the call as the sound of the rain was a disturbance to the caller. He had a short call with his friend, desperate to go back to his private conversation with the rain.
When he returned, he observed that the pattering of the rain drops had ceased its long and continuous endeavor. Sunny dropped his phone on the table and looked at the clock.
‘Damn it… The rain tricked me once again.” He was late to his office.
He rushed to the bathroom and finished his daily chores in record time. Skipping his breakfast, which had almost become a habit for him, he wore a pant and shirt, carelessly picked from his modest wardrobe. He didn’t even look at the mirror to check how he looked. He didn’t care.
As he rushed out snatching his bag from the shelf, he made an abrupt stop at the window. He stared at the droplets clinging on the window pane as he slowly walked up to the window. He then connected the droplets form the word ‘SANDY’ on the pane and his lips curved into a smile on his bushy bearded face without his knowledge, which he noticed in the reflection on the window pane.
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Udai Yadla is a passionate author and poet. Mechanical engineer by education, Software engineer by profession, Writer by passion. Owing to his job, he travelled to various cities, socializing with people of different cultures. He cultivated interest in learning more about people, which perhaps enticed him into the study of human psychology. His interest in psychology is evident in his writings. His first book 'A walk in the rain' is widely appreciated equally by critics and peers. He has been nominated for Forbes India Celebrity 100 List. He is the most sought after author among young breed of authors. He is currently working on his next novel, which is a psychological thriller.
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