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A week of events has passed, from someday to someday... Finally the Valentines day is gone...  Nothing twisting happened, nothing special occurred, nothing to blush about ......

Well that's how my  14 Th February was.... 

I  woke up with my best friends text wishing me "Same to you sweety. "...... My Mom asking about my plans to go college ( I had no Plan to go college ). Forced by Mom I went..... My optimistic heart became pessimistic as I entered, The Huge Gate.... Well my smile was tall as the Gate.....

I could see, Pink College was blushing and telling me you are destined to be without..... ( secret ) 

Soon I could see my comrades wishing me, and me doing same, after a while, I saw young lovers, hidding and exchanging Red roses from conservative teachers.... My Major-Mate asked her friend to bring Red Rose for her beloved.. To my Horror- The price of  the Rose had gone up to  Fifty Bucks... But when her friend bought the rose, I just wanted to steal it...

The Rose was beautiful..... it was so fresh and I was trapped in its beauty. Then all the mysteries about Puppy-love opened to me.... Keats words came to my mind  "Truth is Beauty Beauty Truth" ( technically it doesn't apply here) .... I understood why was Rose given.... But recession did not stop lovers from spending their money.... But I wanted to steal those Roses.... 

But again Yesterday was Zenith for lovers and specially for My Major-Mate.... But soon it became Nadir for her too as well as mine and comrades.... Major-Mate's father happens to be our Principal...  He saw us, and his scanning eyes caught his daughter....  Hence few thorny words were said to us, and we left for our classes...  

When the college was about to call its day, my Professor said he would tag me in his Valentine Photo on Facebook as he finds my heart filled with love, to which I replied  " I am Romantic at Heart " ...  But he didn't....  I am still Waiting to be Tagged..

I came home, and started to complain, about not receiving a single Rose.... To which Mom said I wont as people will not dare to do so... Mom asked me to take any of the Roses which passed their prime in her roof-top garden..... ( hence ironically she offered me dry roses ) 
. This complain became the joke for the rest of the evening.... When my Grandmother came, Mom told about my complain, to which my granny gave the biggest, Paradoxical statement :-

"Forget About Rose, no one will dare to give you even a Marigold or Hibiscus........"

Oh but the story is not over yet..... Today Morning I got my Rose.... From my Grandfather wishing me happy belated Valentines Day....  As he felt his Ice Princess ( that's my name in Pink College) granddaughter has been proved immune to Puppy Love.... 
  
P.S- Who needs Love from opposite sex at  18.... I am happy with my satirical family.....

thanking you to bear with me
paulOaries

Comments

  1. end was good as always.. start was lil boring.. well done.. wish Dadu gave me a Rose too :( :'(

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  2. finally I would say again happy blogging in happy Valentine days.....:-p

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