For the corporate world, the celebration
for the occassion is when time permits. So after a marathon of two back to back
RFPs and heaps of work…I realised Valentines came and passed like a fast train
that does not stop infront of a passenger waiting at the station 🙁
my dearest readers a very very happy Valentine’s day.
waiter aside walking straight at the end of the restaurant. The waiter turned
and so did all the young couples seated to celebrate the occasion. The slow
jazz in her head had been replaced with hard rock where the image she saw in a
split second was playing like a leaf falling from a tree in slow motion again
corner table, which was beautifully laid with a white laced tablecloth, flowers
neatly arranged, a red candle lit next to ‘reserved’ label placed. She was
neither in a state nor mood to notice any detail around. Her head was on fire
and her tears were play hide and seek of not embarrassing her in public.
cold breeze that comes through when you open the window to a heated room.
side of the candle; the candle light was not enough to get a glimpse more than
a white shirt, a side of a neck and his lips.
sorry, this is reserved.” She said trying to get up noticing the label placed
on the table.
you can sit here!” he said on a lighter note. As she stood he noticed her over
the candle light in a beautiful white dress, long earrings that dangled and
playfully touching her shoulders, her delicate hands holding yellow lilies
making a perfect combination against her white background. She kept moving her bracelet against her
wrist with one hand making a public display of her mental state. She was in six
inch stilettoes, moving her weight from one foot to another making it obvious
she wasn’t used to them.
gestured with his hand. She noticed his hand, sleeves rolled up, strong hands,
gift, “I don’t need to gather myself, I did all I could.”
and…what more could you do.” His voice had a charm and she could feel the
isn’t it, so I truly agree how could he?” now she could see his smile too.
them today, hand in hand, kissing zealously.”
Anyway, I am Rohan. He said moving his hand towards her.
hesitantly and immediately took it back.” She hadn’t felt rougher hands than
those. “and that’s not the problem….I mean the kissing bit.”
you Ananya.” He chortled again.
shouldn’t be women get better with age.”
problem.” She at last blurted out.
of the clock looking at the minute and the second’s hand.
something to eat please?” Rohan directed the hour hand to move.
didn’t look great, I thought my birthday would be a big thing for him, at least
that’s what he said a few days back. And this was my first formal Valentine.”
had one, but actually sat back home watching movies and munching popcorn. Are
you writing something?”
paused, “Writing, no, nothing.”
starters. Rohan raised the glass and looked at her; she had plunged into the
Ananya”…Ananya gave a puzzled look with her mouth stuffed.
months, to look the best this day…and he just didn’t care…now I realise, I am
with delight giving her a new perspective to look at things. A long dinner went
on for 2 hours exchanging details about her.
looking forward to have him as my valentine and to exchange gifts, but the
sight I saw. I would never speak to him ever.”
whining further and came a little close to her and sat next to her.
nose, thin lips, light stubble and his strong arms made him look very handsome.
There is nothing that ever is bad, everything happens for a reason and happens
for good, okay!
first sight…”yes” she murmured hiding her admiration being exposed.
valentine, I had thought of a lovely dinner, flowers, exchange of gifts….”
beautiful ambience, then flowers…it was all there.
you be my Valentine?”
personified. “But my gift?”
over a piece of paper to her, “will this do?”
beautiful portrait of hers. “It looks so live, thank you…I …I don’t believe you
drew me so well. Thank you…I mean…”
artist, had come to capture some valentine moments for my story…with no idea I
would meet my Valentine here.
promise I wouldn’t whine now.”