Monday, February 15, 2010

No need to say it out loud

13th February, and minutes away from the V-Day.

It is at this moment my reader that we choose to visit a boy who is preparing to send his first Valentines message - very much like several love struck teenagers at this time around the world I'm sure -well, atleast those who are in the same time zone as the boy in question...

But it is this boy we are watching now as he sits on his bed by the window in almost complete darkness. It is nearly new moon and the only light from the skies is what the stars in the heaven can provide (which is quite naturally, very little, if you've observed the sky on such a day my reader) The streets are empty and dark owing to the local power stations devious plan that seems to be that it's town's local lovers may be deterred by such darkness into keeping away from each other. Alas, they do not know that true love cannot be stopped by such menial things..

Let us approach the boy my reader, and hush... Make not any noise. Here we currently see that though it is completely dark, there is a little glow coming from his room. What is this source of light that has lit up his face thus? Ah, it is his mobile phone. Come now let us peep over his shoulder and see what the boy is upto...

He seems to be going through the Drafts section in Messaging option of his phone. Here we see several messages: shayari, wonderful poems, mushy rhymes he has collected all through the year. And they all bear the name of only one sender.. That is right my reader. The name in the sender field is that of the girl whom this boy loves deeply!! He seems to ponder over each message. One of these will end up in her inbox tonight he thinks, and we see/hear all this quite clearly...

You may wonder, my reader, why doesn't the boy call the girl up - for isn't that the best way to make his feelings known? Well the truth is that he is so sure if he tires to talk he will make a fool of himself and fail very badly. And neither me nor you can convince him otherwise, so lets leave it at that.

But even as I speak, we see/hear he has decided he cannot send any of those canned messages. They all seem to fake and unreal. Yes, he thinks, a true message must be from ones heart to another. So he starts composing a new message:

My dear ... Happy Valentines Day. I really love you a lot and

Hmm, he does not have much imagination at this sort of a thing, so my readers, we have to accept that this is what he starts with. Atleast this is some beginning...
But wait. He is shaking his head; Oh!! And now he is erasing the message


He cannot do it. He will not do it. Oh my, I think he is giving up. We can see/hear it in his head...

Happy Chinese New Year!

He writes instead. Poor boy...

May the year of the Tiger bring to you great prosperity !!

He concludes the message somewhat lamely and presses the Send button.Bitterly dissapointed he lies down to sleep. A few seconds pass by and he knows he isn't going to get any sleep tonight...

Somewhere nearby the town-halls huge clock begins its 12 chimes to indicate the arrival of midnight.

Dong.. Dong.. Dong..

Just then his phone beeps!!

Dong.. Dong..

1 new message

Dong.. Dong.. Dong.. Dong..

He opens his inbox. It is from her!!! His heart starts beating wildly. He opens the message:

Hey! Happy Valentines Day!                                                                                   Dong..
You don't need to say it out loud silly. I love you too.                                 Dong..
How about we meet someplace and spend our Valentine together?    Dong..

Come now dear readers, let us not press upon his privacy any more. Just as we leave his room we see him typing 'Y' and 'e' and ...

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