Valentine’s Day.

Let’s talk about Valentine’s Day  today.(And  a little piece I wrote ages ago that goes with the general mood.)

Valentine’s Day, the 14th of February. Why is there such a hype about it? And why this specific date, I mean, who on this planet had the right and authority to decide that this particular day had to be celebrated as a day of love? Why can’t we just not buy into this commercial gimmick and live all days with love instead of going all extravagantly lovey-dovey one day?

I’ve got the answer. Its simple, short and truthful. We all want to be loved and feel love.If you want to hear it put another way ask Siri what 0 divided by 0 is.   Do it even if you don’t, Happy Valentine’s Day from me.

As someone who’s mother’s birthday and parents’ anniversary is on the same day as Valentine’s Day I do have to make a huge affair about it. Yes, this incredibly unbelievable  thing is true. My father always jokes how every shop turns pink and full of hearts and love related things to remind him that mom’s birthday is coming up. I thank the commercialisation, making it easier for me to find things pink and fluffy, just as my mother likes it. But, doesn’t mean I approve. Because I’m a human being and its our duty and responsibility to complain about every thing we have.(Sarcasm is a wonderful thing, mates.)

Enough being human. I wrote a little piece, an eulogy actually, after reading copious amounts of YA novels and watching a lot of tragic romances. I’ve put it here as I feel that it gets this love thing alright .Its the only thing I’ve written that makes me get all feelsy. Here it goes.

The Broken Rollercoaster

The first hello. The last goodbye. Isn’t that what I’m here to talk about? How it was? How it is, now? But I won’t. Its unfair to him. He’ll want me to say what I truly want to say. He never wanted me to sound like someone else. So truth is, thinking about him is like listening to a lullaby. A soft, soft one. That day when we bumped into each other, face first, mind you, on the day I actually bothered to look good. In one fast motion, he caught me. Saving me. In all the ways person could ever be saved. We had our perfect friendship. We had one hell of a love story . We were on a smooth, smooth  road on rollercoaster pace.

But sometimes, roller-coasters are too fast. They fail, they break and the road isn’t all that smooth anymore. In one fast motion, I failed to catch him. He was lost, in all the ways a person ever could be.

Today, my love, as I write these words, the only thing I would like to say if you are in some form,still here is:

You were my only sunshine. The only thing that could calm me down and make my heart race at the same time. And now, you’ve become my lullaby. Giving me peace. Giving me hope. I love you. Present tense.