It was a cold Sunday evening, I nervously pushed the door and enter the Archie shop. With hesitation and little flutter, I asked the shopkeeper about the greeting cards section. He pointed towards right side. Avoiding all the gazes, I walked towards the greeting section and scanned the cards. I selected two distinct greeting cards which said ‘I LOVE YOU’ in different style, color and pattern. I purchased those cards from my six months saving. After putting those cards in my two wheeler and ensuring that no one saw me buying those cards, I took a sigh of relief. Now I cross checked my list – cards, chocolates and ROSES. I went to the nearby grocery store and inquired about chocolates. He pointed out towards a dedicated section of chocolates. On looking at the huge pile of chocolates, I was perplexed which one to buy. I never thought there could be so many varieties of chocolates – few had nuts, few had better cover, few had better taste, few had different shapes. After deliberately inspecting each variety, I picked up the ferror roscher’s chocolate box. Reputation of a brand always persist. Now the only item remaining in the list was Rose. It was very important as it was going to play a pivotal role in the upcoming battle. All my bets depended on it. I went to the renowned flower dealer in the town and bought four fresh red roses. I was happy because I can imagine the smell of roses as the smell of my victory. In a battle, a good preparation means half the battles won. The clock struck 12 o’clock and the battle day arrived. This war was fought between all the boys of the school and winning the competition itself was the prize. The battle looked simple yet difficult to accomplish. The task was to win the heart of the prettiest girl in the school and the battle was called “valentine day“. I woke up early and spend half an hour in the shower unlike my usual 15 minutes shower. I spend another half an hour in styling my hair and wearing wrinkle free school uniform. Thank god, school has uniform else on that day, I would have spent another hour deciding what to wear. When it comes to battle, you shouldn’t miss any opportunity. During the recess, I mustered all the courage and walked towards her. I checked my hair and my items. I tapped her on the shoulder and wished her “happy valentine’s day” and gave her the box of chocolate, card and the rose and said “I LOVE YOU”. She giggled, blushed and smiled. To avoid the embarrassment, I started pretending to look elsewhere & then she uttered those 3 magical words: “YOU ARE LATE”. (XYZ had won the battle in the morning). Like an injured soldier, I went back to my desk and silently sat in the classroom. For the first time, I realized the true meaning of the battle. I was wrong – it wasn’t about winning the heart of the prettiest girl but It was about finding the prettiest heart who loves you. I still had time to win the battle. Like a soldier at the war front. I checked and weighed a suitable option. In the next break, I went to the cutest girl in the school and uttered the 3 magical words: “I Like You” (I learned from my previous mistake) She giggled, blushed and smiled. & uttered those 3 magical words: “YOU ARE LATE”. Not again, like a defeated soldier, I went back to my desk. I told myself – I am not quitting until I win. I still had evening left. Again, I weighed and analyzed my options. I had to win the war as my pride and prestige was at stake. After the school got over, I walked towards the hottest girl of the school and told her the 3 magical words – “Be My valentine” (I learned from my previous mistake) She smiled, giggled and blushed. & uttered those 3 magical words: “YOU ARE LATE” I had lost the battle. I was devastated and shattered. I returned home and sat in my room, brooding and analyzing the event occurred in the day. Alas, I figured out how to win the battle. I took the rose from my bag and looking myself in the mirror gave the rose to myself. At that moment, I realized that in race to find a heart who loves you find, we forgot to love our self. Moral: If you love yourself, the world around you loves you. P.S: Every year I celebrate valentine’s day by pampering and treating MYSELF. After all, “I AM” my first crush. prAts! |
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