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good-looking professor. Their conversation started at the laboratory, and soon
they were talking about their dreams and aspirations, things they loved, cuisines
they liked and movies they hated. In a month’s time Raghuvir knew she was the

girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
He had finally found love outside his research and his quest to leave a mark
on the scientific community and the world.

It was the most beautiful thing he had ever experienced in his life, something
science or logic could never explain. They were the best six months of his life.
He got quite obsessive with the idea of love and how powerful it was.

Every turn in his story had been a cliché and so was what happened next—the
girl left him.
She went to Germany on a research scholarship. Raghuvir was ready to go

along but the girl insisted she would go on her own. Having just found the joy of
having someone to love and be loved by, Raghuvir was miserable and lonely
without her.

For the next few years, he was quite lost, but more than that he was just
lonely. Love is quite an addiction. It trumps research, glory and all that bullshit
by a mile.

He tried to write a book and failed. Like everyone who has lost in love, he
tried writing a song for her but he couldn’t rhyme it. He tried a host of other jobs

but couldn’t stick to any for too long. There were always a slew of job offers
lined up for Raghuvir, now tagged as the irresponsible, reclusive genius, but
Raghuvir knew it wasn’t what he wanted.
What followed were whirlwind relationships with a bevy of beautiful women,

none of which lasted. They were all faces he could fall in love with but never be
in love with for a really long time. It’s not to say that he didn’t enjoy being with

them at the beginning. He would never admit it but for the most part he would be
with them for the sex and think that the love would come soon. How hard could
it be to find love again? Especially when the women were beautiful and willing?
Quite hard, he had come to realize.

Even though he flitted from one relationship to another, he couldn’t quite find
what he was looking for. In fact he got lonelier than ever. Slowly, his reputation

as a philanderer caught on, his respect as a breakthrough researcher dwindled
and he quietly stepped out of the limelight and people’s minds.
Increasingly, he believed that love was good, but only as a concept. Only