DESCRIPTION
THIS IS STORY WHERE YOU AND ME .
BUT I DON’T REMEMBER ANYTHING.
I JUST REMEMBER YOUR WISHPERS AND FLASHES OF YOUR FACE.
I WANT TO MEET YOU
AND
WHENEVER I MEET YOU I ASKED YOU
‘WHAT I ASKED….’
“WHAT IS YOUR NAME??”
ABOUT NOVEL
The Art of Forgetting is a romantic mystery woven with threads of memory, identity, and emotional healing. Set in the dreamy backdrop of Paris and the challenges of college life, the story follows Suzie Watson, a quiet, intelligent B.Pharm student grappling with prosopagnosia and partial amnesia after a life-changing accident.
Suzie wants to move forward—to succeed in her studies, support her family, and leave the past behind. But when Ansh Malhotra, a confident football star with a hidden past, suddenly reappears in her life, everything begins to unravel. She can’t remember him, but her heart reacts before her mind can understand why.
Blending romance, mystery, and subtle action, The Art of Forgetting explores:
The fragile line between memory and emotion,
The secrets families keep to protect you,
And the powerful truth that some connections never fade—even when the mind forgets.
It’s a story for anyone who has ever asked: “What if the heart remembers what the brain cannot?”
“The Girl Who Forgot”
“I see your shadow in my dreams,
But I never see your face.
A name like a half-said prayer—
Too soft to remember, too loud to erase.”
They tell me I knew you once.
That we were something—
Before the silence, before the storm.
But I don’t remember you.
I only feel you.
You live in the pause between my thoughts,
In the ache I can’t explain.
And every time I see you…
My heart stutters,
Like it remembers a love
My mind has buried.
“The Boy Who Remembers”
“You forgot me like sunlight forgets the night,
But I remember you—
Every blink, every breath,
Every goodbye you never meant to say.”
You were my beginning.
And then… you disappeared.
I watched the girl I knew vanish behind guarded eyes.
You look the same—
But you don’t see me anymore.
I’ve waited. I’ve watched.
I’ve become a stranger to you…
While you’re still everything to me.
But now that we’re here again,
I’ll make you remember.
Even if it breaks both of us.
