I hate stepping out of my home on Valentine’s Day.There I’ve said that.And yes , like you’ve guessed I’m single and no I’m not saying this out of jealousy or spite yaada…yaada. I just find the whole idea sickeningly sweet.
The I love yous , the blushing couples on the streets, the coochie coochie sweetness ,the general ‘redness’ in the air drives me up the wall. I personally call it my PITY DAY.The reason being that all my friends who are in love(and that includes pretty much everybody) think that I curl up in to a ball, lock myself into a room and sob in the darkness on this particular day.So,I end up at the receiving end of their pity ,with them trying to set me up with someone.
And I just wanna say ‘Guys please,I don’t want a boyfriend. It’s just too much work, time and not to forget expensive!!!’ But no, nobody ever believes me and I know atleast one of you who’s reading this will be thinking ‘Oh she must be a loser, that’s why she doesn’t have a bf’.
I don’t blame you. I think that’s just the kind of beings we’ve all become now.Anyways it’s the day after Valentine’s Day today.And I personally call it the REALITY DAY. The reason being that I can hear the very same friends who pitied me, quarrelling with their boyfriends over the phone in the recreation room of our hostel.
And as I’m typing into the phone now, looking at the dead rose flowers in the dustbin,I can’t help wondering
‘Has love become so weak that we just box it up into a single day?’