Part One

Part privileged part rebel I was in my mid-teens when Saint Valentine fairytale made it to my doorsteps for the first time. The overwhelming influence of bollywood romance was starting to plant its seed on barren fields of my brain and my contemporaries around that time. A typical teenage love-hate relationship with the world was always there regardless. A good friend of mine after watching Shahrukh Khan and his trembling lips going Ka-Ka-Kiran took off leaving back his beloved rebels without clues camp(and I was a proud member) in a desperate search for real-life Kiran. Luckily he found Kiran few days after watching the movie "Darr". Tireless effort for noble cause pays off sometimes. Trust me,I am not kidding and not laughing either. Sadly, he was back in the camp after few days of "Kiranmania" and didn’t make it to the Valentine’s day.

"So, what happened?",I asked. "Nothing", he said."Well, she ain’t no Juhi Chawla",he added. "Well, you ain't no Shahrukh either",bluntly I offered him a reply. "Screw you, at least she should have waited until Valentine's day "was next best thing I was responded with. He left the camp since that day and renounced his membership on the spot.

Why wait that fourteenth? Or will it make any difference? Does true love wait for February fourteenth to materialize? And how about rest of the year? Are we merely playing lovers like "Shahrukh"and "Juhi" minus there is no camera before us and the script that tells us when to love and when not to? No, I didn’t bombard him with this preach. I was utterly surprised to witness a rockhard heart gone tender and for which I was proud but sadly disappointed he didn't make it to at least Valentine's.

contd...

I don't have to count days, Poonte. Just got to check the last posted date and that's what I did.:)

Good day!

:)

Itchy my hands are to finish up the story. Shall I make a story and continue ??

Birkhe with that smile eh? :)