Who really is your valentine?
The person you had a crush on?
Someone you fell in love with?
Your Soul mate? Romantic Life partner?
Somebody about whom you cannot stop thinking and cannot have
enough of being with?
Probably that person who makes you feel complete?
The one whom you can reach out to with your silliest fears and
tears?
The one who will lend you a shoulder when you agonize over a
trivial fight with your best friend or your mother?
The one who will laugh at you when you trip, instead of picking
you up!?
The one who will agonize with you when your crush sees someone
else, and then be downright angry that you are sad and weepy and will not
hesitate telling you that?
The one you can completely hate at a moment and melt in love just
the next minute!
Or
Was it your mother who smothered you with all her love who you
fell in love with beyond yourself, and no matter how old you grow, she will
always remain your first love.
Was it the hero in your life – your father, you loved in your teens?
Was it your sister or brother or cousin with whom you fought yet
could not bear to be separated from for more than a few hours?
Was it your best friend, whom you made your valentine, because you
really did love her/him truly, madly deeply?
Was it your neighbour or classmate, whom you thought you secretly
loved?
Was it an aunt or an uncle that you adored in your childhood and really
love and respect even today?
Have we in our zest to commercialize love, started to create
boundaries to define the meaning of “love”?
Why have we started to define boundaries to “Valentine”? Is it not possible to love more than one
person? Don’t you love your parents, siblings, friends and your romantic
partner too?
Isn't it true that when you love someone, you are thrown off
balance, when the equation in the relationship changes even a little bit? And
this applies to all relationships that are close to you.
I think as a child my Dad was my first Valentine. How and why did
the definition of valentine have to change as we grew older?
During college, my best
friend doubled up as my valentine and to date remains my first and best
valentine.
Despite being in two different corners of the world, we are
connected and would instinctively know if something was not right with the
other.
We've got
this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it
and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself.
You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture
it. John Lennon
