Wednesday, February 14, 2007 

Love on V-Day

Today, the 14th of February, being Valentines Day, there is no other topic that I would rather think or write of but the obvious: "love". This is one thing that I have been thinking of since morning. In all of my life of having looked for love, finding love, losing it and again finding it, I am not so sure I really know what it is.

It has some broad descriptions but to every one love is as different as it can get. Is love all about flowers, candles, chocolates and the usual? Is it the quiet, unspoken, understanding and empathy of the loved one? The constant proclamation of love verbally, the quiet and sustained love for a lifetime in spite of being jilted, first love, any one great love of your life, or what else?

I have somehow been fortunate or maybe unfortunate to have experienced all of the above and yet am unable to summarise love and decide which of them I would wish for myself again.

The day went by like most others. I woke up with a lot of anticipation, considering it was our first Valentine's Day together and for which I had cancelled an official trip to Mumbai. I was expecting some sign of romance from my husband to mark his acknowledgement of the day but there was none. No flowers, cards or gift.

However, since I am the one with all the expectations, I also kept up to my own expectations of myself by gift wrapping a bottle of the Polo Black perfume and keeping it just under his pillow just when I thought he was about to wake up, guarding it to ensure it didn't fall off. My husband woke up, went to the washroom and found the gift which I was desperately trying to make him notice. On opening the wrapper he told me that my gift was due. I was disappointed but did not show it.

Hubby went to office but I had taken the day off hoping we would do something so I spent the day anxiously waiting that he would have made reservations at a good restaurant or something and we would go out just after he returned. None of that happened either. When he got back he told me lets go somewhere after I have a drink or two like it was any other day and by the time we left home after his "one or two drinks" it was about 10.30.

I was all dressed up in a black and red Georgette Saree so I suggested that we go to the Verandah at the Taj Connemara where, I had read in the paper, there was a party of sorts. However, by the time we reached, the party was over and they were cleaning up. We had dinner in the dimly-lit coffee shop. While I sulked and tried to justify to hubby my reason for doing so, but obviously pride prevented me from mentioning how disappointed I was with the day.

A week later I did get my over due Valentine's gift in the form of a pretty pink skirt and a sleeveless gold top to match but the disappointment of not having romanced on Valentine's Day remains. I guess by next year, being the optimist that I am, I may forget today and once again wish a romantic day unfolds. Aren't these tiny hopes that life is all about?

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  • From Chennai / Kolkata, India
  • Living in the present, reminiscing the past. This is the story of my life in the present, entwined in the longings of the past and anticipation and optimism about the future.
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