Prologue
It was around 4:00 in the evening, when I reached Pitampura. I was quite excited to meet Ajay. And I was sure, he would be glad to see his diary too. Even though the weather was quite warm, 1 was feeling fresh and was eager to meet Ajay. I got down from the bus and stepped on to the footpath. Having read the diary, all places appeared familiar as I entered the area. 'Excuse me! Could you please tell me where Ajay lives?', I asked one of the two boys, who were passing by. The boys were having fun and seemed least bothered about the world around them. The boys stopped and responded with a question. "Who Ajay?", asked the taller of the two boys. "Ajay... Ajay Kashyap", I said. The moment I said the full name, they became very apprehensive. Both of them looked each other. "Who are you?", asked the shorter one this time. "I am Tushar Gupta, 1...." As I was speaking a man yelled from behind me, 'Shantanu, Samir! What are you doing there? Go back home and prepare for your exams. It was a middle-aged man on a scooter. He must be their father, I thought. Both the boys gave me a tentative look and the shorter one was about to say something when the man on the scooter yelled again. 'Didn't you hear me?", the man shouted. Instantly, the two boys disappeared from the spot. I felt a bit confused. That boy wanted to say something, but didn't. Whatever, let's move ahead. I said to myself. I took out the diary to check the address. "Swami Bagh, Pitampura", I read. "That's right, I am in Swami Bagh", I said to myself. I remembered that his house number was there in one of his conversations with Aakansha. I flipped the pages quickly and found the house number. It was B-2/72. That is block B-2 and house number 72. 1 looked around and read the address of a house that was near to me. It was B-1/44. "Uncle, where is block B-2?", I asked an old man passing by. "Go along this road, cross the park and turn left. That is block B. "Thank you uncle", I said and moved ahead. After about five minutes I was in block B-2. This is house no. 305, and I need 72, I said to myself. For another few minutes I traced the houses and was reading house numbers one by one. House No 80, I read. 72 should be round the corner, I thought. As I was nearing the house, I became a bit apprehensive. I don't know why I was not feeling that good now. For no reason I was getting some odd feelings. Somewhere from inside I felt like I should go back. But no, I have no reason to go back. All I am feeling may be because I have traveled a lot today, I thought overcoming the pessimism of my mind. After walking down the row, I was finally at House number 72. I looked at that house. "KASHYAPS", was written on a marble block embedded in the wall.
About The Author
Tushar Gupta is a Mumbai-based writer, photographer, and aspiring filmmaker. A proud Delhite at heart, he believes in chasing passion over comfort. After years of persistence and self-belief, he presents the second edition of his debut novel, The Rebellion-a raw, emotional story shaped over two intense years. For Tushar, nothing has ever come easy-but that's what makes his voice as a writer so real.
About The Book
The Rebellion is a gut-wrenching story of a young girl, Aakansha, and her friends-aspiring, ambitious, passionate, and full of dreams. Set in the streets of Delhi, where dreams and nightmares collide, where justice is hard to find and harder to win. A story born out of love, pain, rage, and unbreakable friendship. When the system fails and the world turns its back, these fearless souls rise-no masks, no mercy. Secrets unravel. Hearts break. And what begins as a cry for justice soon turns into a fight for survival.
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