Valentine

Saint Valentine knocks the door of time and the young population behind the door welcomes him with open arms. Every juvenile is busy making his/her partner feel special. These days, even the oldies can be seen soaking themselves in lively colors that St. Valentine brings with himself on this endearing day every year. People all around the world use this opportunity to apprize their counterparts what they mean to them. A young lad, standing far away from this scintillating event, enjoys and even envies the felicity that his friends experience with their girlfriends on this exhilarating day and wonders where his girl is. He eagerly inquires Cupid when he would find the girl who visits him in his every dream. He portrays the girl whose three majestic words can bring an end to his every sorrow, whose one glance can enliven his every desire, whose one tear can stimulate him to set this cosmos on fire, whose one smile can bring his existence to stalemate.

He always feels the need of one such girl whom he can embrace when he needs someone around him, whom he can tell about all his troubles, whom he can tease on her every minor error, whom he can fight with while deciding the movie they would be watching that evening, whom he can bank upon when he finds himself in dire straits.

He aspires for a girl who can tauntingly yell at him at the stare of some other girl, who can sham fear just to entice him to hold her lax hands, who can call him at midnight just to say that she cares for him, who can feel his absence when he is not around, who can put her head on his shoulder claiming it to be the cosiest berth to rest upon.

He knows that his Valentine is just around the corner and might be thinking on same tracks about him. He just needs to find her out. No prizes for guessing who this guy is…