Expiry date is not a love story—it is the story of love.
A contemporary romantic fiction about love and philosophy of life.
Anant – the protagonist, while contemplating on his unsuccessful life, finds a newborn baby-girl abandoned in a garbage bin. The event changes first his perspective on life, then his life itself. He matures to take the brunt of destiny bravely when he knows why fate has punished him with unhappiness. He finds out the cause of his misery—that one mistake of his past.
You may not know when a tear drop rolls down your cheek or you may catch yourself smiling at yourself—so simply involving are the twists of his fate that you are drawn-in to empathize with Anant. One love, lost in ignorance; another that he finds but could not cherish…the tumultuous sweet and sour events lead him to find the true meaning of love all over again. Will he be third-time lucky?
The newborn baby-girl – abandoned to die in the garbage bin. With rodents nibbling at her in the scorching tropical heat of Mumbai, was she destined to die a torturous death?
Asmi – the young widow is staring at a strange travesty of fate. Educated abroad, she was pushed to the edge to maintain her sanity and self-respect while withstanding the expectations of orthodox Indian traditions. What happens when life let loose a flood of miseries upon her?
Jayant – sets an example of meaningful living. Flying on the wings of positivism, discovers and propagates a paradigm shift to our understanding of the divine.
Death—the expiry date of our life…
Does it mean the end dot in a life sentence?
Living a life full of love is not just having life but owning it, being alive in life, living as living should be, life as life should be—experiencing life, negotiating with lows, breezing through highs, learning from our own experience—the first hand experience of living.
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