I remember Valentine's Day to be at it's peak (I mean the marketing part of it)during our college days.Showrooms of Archies and Hallmark used to be thronged by Cupid-struck youth buying cards and teddy bears.Flower sellers used to make fortune as love knows neither limits nor budgets.I was never meant to be left behind....used to buy at least 2 or 3 cards with romantic,mushy overflow of words to be sent to my long -distance Valentine only to get one single card from him with only three crisp and clear words in it...."Happy Valentine's Day"that too which made it to me only by the end of March.
Years of courtship was followed by tying the knot .Our first Valentine's Day as a married couple....I surprised him by sending a dozen red roses to his work place.I was more surprised when he came back at lunchtime with the roses in hand.I thought he had taken the day off to thank me...alas,he had come to keep the roses at home.....he was tired of answering his co-workers if it was his birthday!!
With years,my enthusiasm has also slowed down.Every Valentine's Day we remind each other that we don't need a special day to acknowledge ("display" ,in his words)our love for each other.(Sounds cliched??I know!)
Yesterday was Valentine's Day again.The morning passed away helping my little girl make cards for her teachers and friends,finding a dress for her with a heart drawn on it for her to wear to school.The afternoon was busy making preparations for a typical Bengali dinner as the hubby would be on an official tour for the next five days and would miss home food .When the son came home,I didn't forget to ask if he has anything important to tell me.He didn't....so far,so good!(No Valentine's yet...Mommy is happy!)While making dinner ,I rang up the hubby reminding him to pick up the milk and bread while coming home.
The evening went off smoothly.The dinner turned out well.When it was time to give my little one her night time milk,Iremembered that hubby hasn't bought the milk as directed.But no,he didn't forget to bring the milk,only forgot to bring it out of the car.So ,Here I was opening the car to get out the milk....and what do I see? A bunch of 12 red roses ......Yes,a dozen of them!!Seems the man coudn't resist himself from succumbimg to the society's or the store's pressure of "displaying" his love on this particular day.I smiled remembering the young man who came running from office one day, too embarassed that his wife was "displaying" her love!!
Things have changed but not our love!!:)