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14^th February. Who needs another day to love? My Facebook home page is filled with updates from apparently everyone on my friend list. Be it single, in a relationship, it’s complicated, engaged or married. The build up to today has been funny. Rose day, chocolate day, hug day, kiss day and what not day. The expenses must already be so high in these pre-events (read trailers) leading up to today. Wonder what more could a couple give to each other today? Everything has already had a day before.

Today was just another day, only for the exception that I spoke a lot. A lot of crap. Things that made absolutely no sense even if you try to rephrase the words and form a new sentence. I continue to be the butt of jokes during any presentation and I could not care less about that now. I am enjoying the attention. The teacher enjoys it too. My class participation marks are sealed. Definitely! I fell in love with this lady in white who was visible to me for a cumulative time of 45 seconds. I can’t stop thinking of her. Was she my Ms. Perfect? I don’t know :P

Now this is going to be good. I returned to do something I love to. Went back to the kart track. Everything was the same. I start last and I go on to lap everyone around in a span of 4 laps. Do I really drive that good or does everybody else suck at what I am good at? I can feel my pride and ego being elevated to a new height. Oh what a feeling when you walk out of the kart and people stare at you and you walk by without paying much attention. I love that. Thoroughly!

Knowing not what to do next, I head for MG Road. Ah MG in Gurgaon doesn’t mean Mahatma Gandhi. It means Mehrauli-Gurgaon road. I could not believe it when I came to know about it. The scene was totally different today.

The crowd seemed to be like globs of yellow and red moving in some random pattern. Reminds me of the time we studied of atoms in an excited state. I was the lone single atom trying to dodge incoming attack by randomly moving molecules bonded together by some orientation called Love. If the Guinness Book of World Records were to be invited today, I am sure, a new record would have been made. The number of couples trying to play parent to each other and feed each other ‘with their own hands’. Even though they were celebrating some foreign festival, if I may call that, they were truly Indian when it came to showing love. Another way of assuring, ya baby I can be a good parent too, so please let’s look beyond this day and plan for our future. Fortunately I did not collide with any of the energized molecules during my course of walk on the road. Phew!! But honestly, it feels good that there is so much left to look forward to in life. All these small things make life worth living. The fun. The joy. The fear of getting caught.. all of it.

Even though my mind is all restless, I loved the day for today I loved myself.