It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow – the Day of Love. Do I believe in it?
Not since some years now. Having grown, matured and experienced Life a bit, I have reached to the conclusion that Love is just a chemical locha (reaction ) happening in our brains that makes us do all things stupid.
I don’t intend to come across as bitter, or sceptical, but this is what I have learnt about this little word that, apparently, makes the world go round. For me, love in its purest form is what I receive from my mother, and my pet dog, Chikoo. Endless, unconditional, evergreen.
Although, back in my teens, the picture was quite different. Teenage does that to you, doesn’t it? The Youth in all its glory – fresh and vibrant – waiting to conquer the world; spurred on by progesterone and testosterone, hungry for being in the spotlight shone by our beloved.
All you think about, is a tall, dark, handsome (thanks to the Mills & Boons trash) knight, zooming down the street on his motorbike (no horses in the new age!) and sweeping you off your feet! With your head forever in the clouds, you are blithely unaware of the reality that’s far removed from your fantasy world.
So, when the said knight fails to make an appearance even as V Day approaches, where does that lead you? Down the dark alley named Heartbreak even before the heart takes a fancy to someone. Ah, expectations!
That was my story, by the way, when I was a 17 year old, on the threshold of youth with butterflies dancing in my stomach, making me swoon over every Tom, Dick and Harry, who did not even give me a second glance. Ouch!
The kind of trauma that can give a fainthearted 17 year old doesn’t need to be spoken about in depth. However, we girls often forget about the Fairy Godmother we have all been blessed with. One who waves her magical wand and drives away our sorrow, wipes away our tears.
So, it was on a Valentine’s Day years ago, that, as I returned home from college and opened the post box hung on our front gate to check for any mail, felt an envelope inside. My heart skipped a beat as I brought out the said envelope, excitedly. It was pink in colour – the colour of Love!
On its front was my address, and behind it was drawn a large question mark. My heart was somersaulting like crazy, wondering who could have sent ME a Valentine’s Day card! I was not at all the most popular girl back then, thanks to my reticence.
So, with my heart thudding in my chest, I opened the envelope with quivering hands, and what do I see? A mushy message full of love printed in the centre, and above and below it, in the prettiest handwriting I know, were written the words…
“Dearest Shilpa….with lots of love, Aai”
Truth be told, I was on seventh heaven! Receiving a card on a day that celebrates love – a totally foreign concept – from my mother, was not only unbelievable, but it was awe-inspiring, as well. There was so much I had to learn from her!
Sadly, along with time, I lost that card. Yeah, makes me heartbroken! But, the memories of that day, when mother returned from school and looked at me with that knowing smile at our little secret, remains etched on my heart, to this day.
I don’t remember any other cards I may have received from boys after that day, but this incident stays fresh as ever. In fact, it is my favourite Valentine’s Day memory, one that I will be reminding mother about tonight, when I call her up before we call it a day.
Which is your favourite Valentine’s Day memory? Whom did you receive your first V Day card from? Do share with me…
I hope this post takes you on a pleasant stroll down memory lane!