My choices are simple. I am easily satisfied with the best.” – Sunita Chakraborty

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14th Feb, 2k15:

[Dear me, Happy Valentine’s Day. You’re the best!]

Today is Valentine’s Day. A day of love, they say. Why doesn’t she feel the same, she wonders. As the clock ticks away, she realises she’s terribly wrong. She had always been wrong in comprehending and interpreting the meaning of love.

For her, love had always existed. What if it wasn’t a person, what if it didn’t have a name? Love was always present in her life, in every possible way.

Two years back, it was him. He was her only one, her prince charming. How happy her life had been, back then. She smiles at the very thought of it, even now. No promises of forever, no passionate kisses, no warm hugs, just them and their young love. Life had never seemed more perfect.

And then he was gone, without a word. Just like the wind brushing her face. Silences are deafening, she knows it best.

A year later, this particular date had already lost its meaning. She kept herself busy with the first ‘big’ exam of her academic life. Trying desperately not to look back, not to shed tears, not to repent. But most of all, not to fall in love, ever again.

And then, life changed. In her new world, she met new people. People, who were now her favourite. Each one of them, you’d wish to love Forever.

She was in love with the world of books, too. And this love was deep, very deep. Because she knew, books don’t walk away.

Beep. Beep. It was her phone.

She was back, to this world, to this day.

“‘No matter what happens in life, we’ll be together’, sounds so lame. No matter whatever trouble you’re in, we’ll trouble you some more! Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Friendship- purest form of love imaginable.

Bestfriends, she had three. Yes, she was in love with them. She was in love with art, and magic. She was in love with the world, and its people. She was in love with herself. Life is truly beautiful, she understood.

Saying ‘I love you’ would never be enough. But ‘I love myself’ will.

Who cared about millions of red hearts, mad in love with one another? She was sure of one beating heart, hers, the one in love with all the good things in life, with happiness.

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