Happy Valentine s

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Valentine season makes me feel all mushy. Is it like this with couples who are married for long or generally with people in love? All songs from Ishqiya to Karthik to MNIK feel romantic, even friends with hello tunes of Mohit Chauhan feel so. I am happy and have been grinning for no rhyme or reason.
There is excitement dunno if in the newspapers or my mind or my heart.The gift is not yet planned. Buying stuff from the sale feels cheap. I am actually looking for a shop which does not have a sale. His arrival from Goa was like a whiff of fresh air. I opened the door with disgust, thinking it is the maid who is late yet another time by fifteen minutes. But it was him. He actually smelled of the sun and the sea. Though he said he barely got to venture out of the conference room to the bedroom.

Yesterday a friend got married and I could see the couple in love. So cool so happy and oh so together. All that one soul, twin soul, soul mates kind of words started becoming clear when I saw them. Another couple celebrated their forty fourth wedding anniversary and both were glowing in love. Their Son in law organised a candle light dinner for them. Look at his love for their daughter. A friend s hubby bunked the gym club routine and spent the evening at home. A friend and her hubby or rather a friend and his wife, send the same sms s to me day after day. That is love.A friend has gone with his child to Goa and that is love. All so pure. God I am sounding like Amul masti dahi- pure milk.
Today also being the day of Shiva marrying Parvati. May be we created valentine s day in our Indian mythology and then the west gave it a name and date. Both come around the same time every year.
With all this love , I have managed to burn the tomato gravy for the Rajma and by the way that is really difficult to accomplish. So am I still swimming in the clouds or am I just dealing with patching up the dinner tonight? Reality strikes.
Love Bites...

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