valentine's day.

Eyes meet,hands touch, smiles pass, looks speak, world is special,winds are perfumed,others vanish from earth,time suspends,it is raining only to bring you into one umbrella,flowers bloom only to land in her hair, songs are written only for you both to sing,movies are for corner seats for you,the list is endless..so you have fallen in love, this is an open secret, everyone knows around you,but you are still hesitant, where are the words... the three magical words.. now comes valentine's Day.. a big relief, just said it.. in a beautiful card..exchanging cards followed by exchanging vows of wedding and you are lawfully wedded man and wife.
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The world has changed, now the sun is rising to take the man away from you, he has to earn to bring flowers,to take you to movie,to feed you.He comes home and you are excited  to talk, to share,to go out, to watch movies, to dine in fine, to make your dreams come true..now he wants to eat a home cooked meal,to watch TV shows along with you, to sleep early, to rise early, to plan,to budjet,to save,to chart out a success in life..

You have doubts, your love has vaned and you are no longer his destination, you are just a trophy won in a race to be shown on a mantle, you have to slog in kitchen, you have to wait for him, you have to wash his suits, you have to mend his socks,you have to serve guests, earn their praises, feel proud, keep your house, buy groceries, keep the fridge stocked,run around to attend chores,impress inlaws, make friends with completely new neighbours, get accepted..by all and sundry..

Your love is a yesterday's dream ,you feel.. another valentine day comes.. he comes with a beautiful card, a box of chocolates and you are again on cloud nine..

The first child is born,you bear him for nine months, your shape is pear or apple, not hour glass any more,you endure the pain, and he/she is born, you are again the queen of his dreams/ life.You are pampered for a few days, now you are on your own, baby woes start, feedings, cries, sleepless lives, baby food, baby talk, an evening walk with pram, and endless worries of cold wind, polluted air,you are a shapeless,worrying mother.. he no longer loves me.. you cry silently into your pillow, as he sleeps unmindful of your woes..

Another Valentine 's day comes, he surprises with a small card and some roses.. and a baby milk tin,in hand..your love is intact... a smile passes ..

You did not count the valentine cards, did not know ,when they stopped, may be on the birth of second child, or the year next, when we were busy planning for their primary school entrance.The kids grow into high school students, what is that card hiding in his text book, you close your eyes.. unbelievable..

Now, your legs are paining like hell, your head is splitting into two, you are down with high temperature, you are no more pretty and young, your loved one attends on you,consoles you, takes care of you, pampers with badly cooked meals, with his own hands, takes leave to take you to doctor, calls your children and asks them to talk with you,makes you feel comfortable, wanted, loved, and you feel, again you are the queen of the house.

A valentine day has come, now I do not wait for a card, I wait for you... for you... for you..

I know, this is the story of every girl, women, mother, wife...and me too..