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She said bye before hello
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Valentine's Day is too doctored an occasion for love to blossom, feels Sharad Seth
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It was deep inside a botanical maze that i decided to utter the three magic words. "I hate love".
WELL, WHAT'S with this love thing anyway? I hate love. Categorically. And that's exactly what I told her where I first met her — in a zoo of flowers. It was deep inside a botanical maze that I decided to utter the three magic words, "I hate love." She politely ignored me and said: "Look at the trees around. I love Valentine's Day. Does my hair look OK?"
Now I must confess I really couldn't make much sense of these statements spoken in one breath, but my dazed look didn't faze her at all, and she (with that strange expression that's a cross between scolding and giggling) urged me to take a look around.
What I then saw strengthened my belief in The One. For, there were about 10 couples, engaged in what appeared to be conversations. A closer observation revealed the reality.
There was this guy, who (while his lady was perhaps articulating about the designs on her anklets) was absent-mindedly plucking at the grass, probably saving for his next reincarnation as a horse. And a few yards further was this gentleman with the look of a hungry puppy waiting for his master, while mademoiselle contentedly bellowed into her phone, disturbing the merry crowd of crickets and beetles around her.
But who had led me into this? Of all people, my own mother. She said it's been a while since I broke up with my girlfriend (and so I should try my hand at this break-up game once again?) and so she had fixed up my rendezvous with some Ms. Flowery's sister's husband's daughter.
I nevertheless reiterated to this adorable daughter my stand on the subject matter of love. And she was finally infuriated enough to charge me with destroying what to her was a perfect evening, and more importantly, the fact that she had bought a Parker pen gift set (quite romantic, huh?) which would not find any use now (she was not much a writer, you see).
And so it happened that she said goodbye before she said hello, and threw the gift in my face. I politely enquired what I should do with it, to which she turned away, stomped across the grass for a while, and then shouted back: "Give it your mother!"
Needless to say on the last Valentine's Day (much to my mother's astonishment), that's exactly what I did.
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