Love Letter Part#3 On This Valentine...

This Valentine...

Its our first valentine since the engagement. It has been a month now and I still can't believe it. We are engaged. I just love this word but its hard to admit it like most men. Its like a licence to Talk.

Someone once explained to me that I was not just a Human, but a Human Resource. Their are people dependent on me and I should concentrate on my studies. Girls are worthless. He added.
It appears he was right except for the 'worthless' part. The sentence lost its meaning the moment I saw you.

What started as a “stupid” love letter is slowly transforming into happily ever after. It might come as a surprise to you for what I have to add now but it's about time, I get honest. It doesn't matter if we ever get married. What mattered was your acceptance. It's not important to materialistically achieve a target. Rather satisfaction of it being within your reach and leaving it on your own will is important. But this doesn't imply that in any way my affection for you has been diminished even by a bit.

Remember when I asked you for the coffee (in person not with “stupid” letter, as you termed it later) and you said “Okay”. And I always wonder what of my few and circumspect actions had earned me the cherished adjective. It was by far the best day of my life. I still bear in mind the soft smile you gave with your expressive eyes. It was one of those May afternoons when its hard to believe Indian idiom “The Monsoon is coming”. Streets were deserted except for us. Silence was dispersed all over the place. For a brief moment I thought I heard clouds approaching. Although not a 'CCD' or 'Starbucks', I consider it was the best coffee I will ever have again. “Wait till you have a sip of Starbucks”(when it comes to India) some may comment. Well no matter what, it will always lack one ingredient that is the nectar of My victory, at least I consider it to be one.

I mean everyone has that one special coffee, even if its not as special as “My First Cup” with Deepika. I still have bill by the way. Not as a reminder of how much it cost me or even to bring to mind that beautiful day because that, I can not forget. But only as a prized possession of your acceptance.

Did it ever occur to you why I proposed you in the most mediocre way possibe and not with the fancy hotel and a shiny ring. Because that is who I am. The most common(mediocre) man. There is nothing special about me except “you”. I wonder what you saw in me. You must have figured it out by now. By the way the ring I gave you, is not at all ancestral(Honesty! strikes again). Anyway I did follow the unwritten “3-months-salary” rule and believe me its bounteous.

But there is one thing in me which is although very common but rarely found. Many people are brave, some are extremely honest, and some stupidly arrogant. People can't change these qualities, its born with them and it will die with them. So is the capability to love someone. In short not everyone has what it takes to be a “Devdas”. People are born with it. Although everyone(thanks to Bollywood) seem to be “I can do anything for you” guy. These are the kind rarely found. I don't brag about being the one, as one of my friend does and may be he is. But somehow I find this quality of mine, certainly resonates with very high amplitudes when it matches your natural frequency.

The thing about Devdas, love letters etc. I am not sure why I think like this. Spare me for these. May be its because I grew up listening to songs like “Adayein bhi hain, Nazakat bhi hai..” or “Dil, Jigar, Nazar Kya Hai...”. Come to think of it and you notice these are the numbers still popular amongst common India.

As far as we are talking about honesty. We must accept facts. This one is gonna hurt, but if I am not David Schwimmer you are no Jennifer Aniston. That doesn't change anything. The fact is that “I Love You” and nothing can change that. I cannot define Love I am not such a great thinker. I only know that its hard for me to part with what I feel about you(Filmy dialogue).

This and much more is what I thought I would say to you. But I suppose that is not gonna materialize now. So On this Valentine when it starts for everyone else. For us It all Ends