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What I want on Valentine’s Day?


I am seriously tired of listening to all the badly edited radio adverts reminding us about the Valentine’s Day.  By the way, the d in the day must be a capital ‘D’ that is how my laptop corrected my typo. It must be a big day. I have read a little here and there about the Valentine’s Day. Cannot remember exactly though. It is not important I tell myself. My husband and I have forgotten our wedding anniversary for the past three years consecutively. No, it is not something we avoid. The last one, we were happily immersed in a friend’s party completely oblivious to the fact that it was our seventh wedding anniversary. We drank, ate, chatted silly and went to bed. The next morning we both laughed off thinking how easily we have been forgetting our wedding anniversaries third time in a row. He is not a stickler for anniversaries and neither am I. I reason, we are busy, work, home, baby – we could forget any day. Back when we were dating in our teens, we never attempted to celebrate the famous V-Day either.

So am I in for another disappointing V-Day? I am for sure. My husband will be away on a work assignment. I will miss him. I will be home alone wishing if only I could watch an hour of TV. But we are cheeky sometimes. We have often talked about people spending good amount of money in the name of a Valentine. We also talk about the flower sales and Archie’s cards flying off the shelves and I drifting immediately to the happy thought if only I owned a flower shop for the particular day. Teenagers eager to buy that one particular card hoping to propose on the special day of love. We agree it is just another day. We also agree with those who remember to celebrate love. Love should not be about a particular day, love is there we just have to spread it. 

Back in the days, my husband used to send me flowers in my office to make up for our rather meaningless fights. I think the last time he gave me a bouquet of flowers was back in 2012. I had never kept track of it; somehow, it still is fresh in my mind. Sigh! Despite me following suit with my husband forgetting to celebrate our union I wish he had not. I know it is not fair to put the realm of remembering important dates solely on him; I cannot help but be selfish.

Then one fine day when I am in a not so good mood, I will start casually conversing about how he barely pays attention. I start narrating stories about what my friend’s husbands gifted them. I know deep down it is not important but goddamn it is just not easy to look away when it is all over my Facebook wall. I know he is not listening and I continue and our little daughter will interrupt and he will not listen and I get even more upset. I make sure he listens. But he won’t. And there I am shouting from the bathroom telling him to answer to our daughter. Which he does but what matters is our little girl is happy. We are happy. 

Suddenly the gifts my friend’s husbands gifted them is not important. Naturally, I only wish for him to be there – be there with us completely. Talk to us, reach out to us, hug us and laugh silly with us and at us. After a short stint of me complaining endlessly, he will say something funny and I laugh, our daughter laughs. We laugh together. He has a good sense of humor I convince myself again I laugh. By now, I have forgotten the bouquets completely. The only thing that is important right now is he and I sitting next to each other and talking about some of the most unimportant things in our lives. That is what I want every day. I do not think I could wait for the V-Day to spend some quality time with my two beautiful valentines. What I want is love, laughter and attention every day, no bouquets or gifts can ever suffice.


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  1. Pallavi DhakalFebruary 12, 2015 at 1:39 AM

    Sometimes it is the small things that matter the most Could relate to your post entirely!

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