I have been running around with thousand things…my to do lists had lately been proportionately increasing with my laziness and I finally decided to take it on. So the whole week went by tackling school, home, work, family and friends…As I was browsing gifts at a popular store, I realized that everything was coloured red around…Amazed, I asked the floor assistant about it and he mentioned the upcoming Valentine’s Day…Red being the colour of love was therefore prominent.
Valentine’s Day once used to bring such a tingle and excitement. We used to look forward for the day in college and by the end of the day we would sit around with our gang of girls and discuss each other’s experiences. It has now transcended as yet another day in the never ending year. But before I engulfed into these depressing thoughts that put me off…I remembered a sweet thought. During my freedom days …when I was not defined by thousand relations but just my name…I used to buy myself a gift every now and then..celebrate my sweet little moments, successes and self love.
So without further ado, I sidelined the thought of gifts and got myself a soft pillow, a bunch of red roses and my favourite sweet. One thing I reminded myself is that happiness resurfaces from within. Loving oneself is certainly a big contributor to it. Valentine’s day certain didn’t seemed so over-rated.