Look around, and you find romantic feelings and relations accoutred by expensive cars, precious diamond rings, nice clothes and fashionable restaurants, and sometimes, even by cruises in the Caribbean. Besides, the expression of love, affection and care is generally confined to a day in a year, the Valentine’s Day.
Doesn’t really appeal, at least, to me.
Is it a case of sour grapes? Is it because I can’t afford all of those material things to express my feelings? May be. But do I envy those who can? No, certainly not.
Valentine’s Day for Chhaya and I…
My memory goes back to the period of nine months for which we were engaged before we got married––some people use the term courtship to describe that period. We used to (actually) pen a letter almost daily, for in those days, there were no mobile (smart) phones, no WhatsApp; STD calls were costly. On Sundays––because on Sundays the call tariffs were less––we would book a call through the Telephone Exchange and wait for a greater part of the day to speak for just about three minutes (with people waiting in queue, giving smiles that made one feel uneasy). There was no Internet, no Skype or FaceTime. It wasn’t possible to shuttle often between Agra and Ujjain––600 kms plied by some very slow moving trains. And although seniors always cooperated, leave was a privilege, not a right. These periods of temporary separation were a norm even later, when I was posted in the exotic east (Tezpur, Assam) and still later, in Bangalore and in Chandinagar.
So, for Chhaya and I, Valentine’s Day used to be any day of the year we were together––any number of times. I remember, once during our courtship I had taken a small (brass) mirror for her tote bag. It was not the mirror but the message that I wrote for her that she fell for; and still treasures it. It read: “It’s my heart; you’ll always find yourself in it.”
I am nearing my 60th birthday (Chhaya? She is still young)…
We still do not wait for the Valentine’s Day to express our feelings of love and care for each other. A small thing that I do in return for everything (“everything” just cannot convey the feeling) she does to make our humble abode a sweet home is to prepare the bed tea/ coffee every morning. She loves coffee; I am fond of tea and we have it with biscuits. Lately we have been eating cream biscuits.
She is still half asleep when she kisses me, “Good Morning.” When she does open her eyes, she finds what I call ‘a-refreshing-cup-of-coffee’ because she seldom complains about the coffee. And, if and when she does have something adverse to talk about, she blames the brand or the vintage of the coffee, or even the quality of the milk, rather than my preparation. But, early last week, she started complaining about the cream in the biscuits. Saying that there was something bad about it, she would claw it away with her nails before eating them. This had gone on for about a week––a not too pleasant beginning of her day. Until yesterday…
While getting the tray laden with coffee/ tea and biscuits, I realised that the cream in the biscuit would again be the irritant to start her day with. “How can I change that,” I thought, as I headed towards the bedroom. Then I turned back, scraped the cream of the biscuits neatly with a knife and placed red hearts (drawn with a sketch pen on small bits of paper) between the biscuits (in place of the cream) and headed back to the bedroom. After the usual Good Morning hug, still in half sleep, she picked up a biscuit and tried to claw away the cream. In its stead in her nails came a little heart. Surprised, she opened her eyes, rubbed them to see that small piece of paper. Then she looked at me wide-eyed.
I have no words to describe the expression of love in those eyes. Suffice it to say that the love she expressed in her eyes was far greater and more intense than the one she expressed when I got her an exclusive diamond ring on her birthday a few years ago.
WeTwo celebrated our last Valentine’s Day at 6 am on February the 13th, 2019.
The next? Anytime soon!
To all you there: “Happy Valentine’s Day!”
12 thoughts on “WeTwo & Valentine’s Day at 60”
Very intriguing 👌🏽
Awww so Romantic fuji .. now i think & i will send my whatever future boyfriend, hubby to u for attend your this class for how to be a real boy or man.. & how to give your respect your girlfriend , lady or your children’s Mom 😘😍😉🙏👍
I am honoured with that comment coming from our princess. 😊😊😊
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awww big thanks fuji , m so glad ..and u r one & one only who calling me princess .. m so lucky to have like you r my fuji & one best mails friend so from today i give u one nick name to u Ak Rocks .. 😘😉👍
Love you my child. 😍
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Many a people tell me that I am very romantic person but, after going through this romantically penned true love story I feel..being romantic is simpler but to express your true love and care is more important.Jiju – Didi, Hats off to your true expression of love and care. You two are the university to learn a lot from. Sadar Pranam…!!!!
What a beautiful expression , sir I am honoured to call u my friend , every time we meet over a cup of coffee , over our heart to heart chat over some small issue of life, that we talk about , I am always left thinking about it for days , u, sir are a true stalwart of life , warm regards , Puneet Bagga
Puneet you are too kind and lavish with your words. Thank you so much. Such nudges keep me going. Trust e, the feeling of friendship is ‘MUTUAL’.
Hi bro, knowing you for more than 25 years, how come I totally missed on this aspect of YOUR ROMANTIC SIDE?
Great, you are a gifted romantic writer. Thoughts flow beautifully and gets imprinted with delicacy of soft naughty romantic touch.
The reader gets totally focused on not knowing what’s coming next. Its griping and leaves a lasting impression.
Wishing you a glorious sucess for future endeavours……