He twitched a little as he shifted to third gear. The road was empty and he felt the need to overdrive. It was 11:55 and a cruel clock driven by the need to find a way back into love began ticking within him. It was close to a year since they parted ways and every second that ticked seemed like a nail on his coffined life. He felt the need to stop the car and take a walk but then he had, seated next to him this colleague to whom he promised a lift back home. Jassi (the colleague here) was silent as he tried to listen intently to the loud blaring music. He seemed so unfamiliar to Creed. “Loud music gives me the yips” he said without looking at him. He ignored the comment and switched to fifth gear. The sooner I drop him the better it’d be for me, he thought.

14th of February 2008 came rushing in and it seemed to drown him in a sea of sorrow, regret and hopelessness. That was their last day together. She looked beautiful (he thought) in a white dress with red flowers on it and matching flat shoes to go along. He had no gift, but bought a card and some flowers cause they had agreed upon getting no gifts. He caught her by surprise when he came up with the card cause she assumed that he’d follow himself since it was he who cracked the deal. “No gifts this time! You wanna break up anyway, right? So lets not waste our hard earned money” he said the other night in a voice that seemed to crack over the phone telling her of how much it pained him but he chose to fight anyway. “Alright” she said and slid back into bed. She dialed his number and burst into tears.

She: I can’t take this anymore. I want all this to end.
Him: What happened? Why are you crying? Are you ok? I’m worried…
She: (muffling her sobs) I’m worried. I don’t want to be with him anymore.
Him: I know. Its alright, we’ll sort this out. You talk to him tomorrow.
She: But its Valentines and you know how he can be?
Him: Yes. But you have to tell him someday about how you feel. You’ve dragged this for 2 long years.
She: (still sobbing) But I wanted to be with you. I never thought he’d come. We broke up before he left to join work at Bangalore.
Him: *sigh* don’t worry, just talk to him. Happy Valentines day – I love you.
She: I love you too. Call you tomorrow.

“So you bought me a card and flowers even though we weren’t supposed to get gifts?” she questioned. He knew that was coming. “I know, just wanted to get you closer to reality. You’re a shallow person, you know? Don’t you know me? I would never turn up without a gift” She had the smudged but unwilling to accept embarrassment kinda look on her face as she hopped into the car. She sat down and stared at the mirror adjusting her make up. “You look gorgeous” he said. “Care for a picture?” and he notioned her to get down from the car. She got out and he went all clickety. Pictures always made her happy.

“And whats our POA for the day?” she asked, as if trying to estimate when she’d get free. She had other appointments. “POA? I’m not sure… err, what?” “Plan of action, I mean” she said, continuing to play with her maskara. “Ohhh, movie? I heard P.S: I love you is playing at E-square, lunch and then a drive maybe?” He seemed unsure if she really had the entire day. He knew she had other plans. It was like he always knew. This was the dreaded day. “Sounds like a plan, lets make a dash” and she smiled for the first time. Well, thats what kills a man, doesn’t it? Her tears and her smile. They drove off and she seemed to be lost for most part of the drive to the movie hall. She fiddled with her phone, tried to concentrate on the music blaring out of the radio (she had this turned high on volume, reasons unknown) and finally feigned some sleep. They entered the hall and bought movie tickets. They still had an hour to the start of the movie. “Hey, I’d like to grab a sketch if possible. Guess we’d never get to do that again” it was like the bite of a venomous snake. The pain of the bite and the venom seeping into his bloodstream. The pain was ineffable. “What do you mean? Nothings wrong! you’re crazy…” she lied. She held his hand (for the first time that day) and dragged him to the sketch counter. They stood in front of the web-cam and it clicked a picture and began sketching. Both of them wore a cemented smile and waited for the sketch. The silence grew on them and he broke the dead air…

He: What plans for tomorrow then? I’m leaving day after.
She: Anything you say. Just don’t ask me to bunk work. I hate doing that.
He: I didn’t ask for anything. It’s alright if you’re busy. Its just that, we both know whats to proceed. I thought you’d want to spend some time with me.
She: Yes, I’d like that. Work begins at 4. Jodha Akbar? Tomorrow? I heard its funny (and she guffawed)
He: Alright, good, you get the tickets. I’m sure you’d have saved up truckloads of money on all the gifts you avoid buying. (he winked)
She: Arghhhhhh!! I knew you’d come up with that. I was just doing what you said.
He: Hey! I was just kidding, whats with you? Weren’t you the one who suggested I take jokes?
She: No! I don’t want you to curse me with this later. I want to get you a gift like right now!!

(She dragged him into Archie’s)

He: Listen, please? Forget about it? I was just messing with your head.
She: Yes, you’re a pro at that, you know?

(She has a toy figure of olive oyl in pink in her hand and seems appreciative about its cost)

She: Could you parcel this up for me?
Shopguy: Sure (and he goes on with gift wrapping it)
He: Uncalled for. Suit yourself though.
Shopguy: 220 Rs ma’am.
She: Hey, can you lend me 200? (after shuffling in her bag and purse for a while)
He: Hey, sure thing! Here you go…

(She hands his gift over)

He: Hey, thanks so much! I love the gift I bought myself. (and he winked again)
She: You come up with new ways of killing me every day. How do you manage?
He: I don’t need to try luvey, you are the artist in me!
She: Hey! I thought we were out together on Valentines day? Lets try to be happy?
He: Sure thing. You try. I’m happy that I get to be with you. Its difficult handling all the call waits anyway. You have been a busy bee off late.

(A quite lunch and an amazing movie later)

“You should consider untying your hair I think” he said and gave her a worried look. “Do you really want to show all that bare back to the crowd?” and he got into the car trying to avoid eye contact. He knew she’d give him the “stfu-low-life” kinda look. “Uhm, I thought you said I looked beautiful” she said carelessly and got in. They didn’t speak for a while. The traffic kept him busy. “So where to? same old?” he asked. “Ohhh yes, lets go there!! I still remember…” she began. “Please! don’t fuck it up with uncalled nostalgia. You know things wont end well if we got nostalgic” he said as he tuned up the player. He drove on until they reached the spot. This was where they used to come when they were madly in love which seemed as though it was all a mirage. For him it was as real as could be. Love slipping away; he had been living with it for a long time now and he wanted to gut it down. They got out of the car and walked slowly towards the tree which stood on a small plateau. They sat down and spoke… for the very last time. The drive from there back home was washed off by the countless tear drops which hit his soul.

He: Why all this?
She: What do you mean?
He: Why did it take you two years to know who you really wanna be with?

(She hits the mute mode)

He: We have to talk, ok? For me and for you!
She: I used to love you.
He: When and why?
She: What do you mean?
He: Just cause you never managed to get his attention? Wasn’t that why you signed up for me? Ohh and add to that, FREE GIFTS!!!
She: Calm down!
He: I’m sorry. I just wanted to finish this dialog and be done with.
She: I’m sorry. I didn’t know things would turn up like this.
He: Common!! think about it. You didn’t know? Is that the best you could come up with?
She: (sobbing) I’m sorry…
He: DOWN with those tears girl!!! We aren’t discussing the probability of us getting married here. Thats long over. All I want to know is about why you put me through this pyre?
She: What do you want me to tell you?
He: The truth. Whatever it is…
She: You sound as though you know it all.
He: I do. But I’d want you to tell me so that its itched onto me and I get rid of your torturous thoughts.
She: I don’t love you anymore.
He: I know that. Crystal. Since forever now. Tell me why. Thats what I want to hear.
She: I’m sorry.
He: Please!!!!!!!!! stop with the apologies. (he broke down) Why apologize when there is no forgiving? I’ve got nothing against you. You just want to be happy and I’m not good enough.
She: No… its not that, its my fault, not yours.
He: God, thats the worst cliche in the book luvey.
She: I’m sorry… I…
He: Lets leave. Thanks for your company thus far. It has been 2 and a half years of bliss hidden deviously behind the illusion you created. I can’t thank you enough for all the times you’ve heard me out. I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone as madly as I’ve loved you. I’m letting go and I know thats what you want. I don’t quite know how I’m going to do without you.
She: I’ll miss you too…
He: Shhhhhhhhhhh…. don’t say that.
She: But…
He: No, you have no say in this. Lastly, all I have to say is that you look just as beautiful as you looked today even when you’re in your sweats. I can’t promise about going away without the final struggle. There’ll be tears and phone calls. Deal with it. You know me better than I know myself. Please be patient with me. Now, give me a hug…

(They hug and walk towards the car)

“Hey! Happy Valentines day dude, its 12:02 and you’re the first one I wished!!” he shifted back to 2nd gear and then to first as he slowed down. “Turn left and stop, thanks for dropping me home” Jassi said as he watched tears well up in his eyes. “You have a good one man…” he waved as he sped off. “Happy Valentines day luvey…” he muttered and then there was light! He twitched again,


P.S: All the charecters in the plot above are REAL! Sue me.

A year of not being in love – Happy Valentines – 2009!
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26 thoughts on “A year of not being in love – Happy Valentines – 2009!

  • February 15, 2009 at 12:58 am

    I had expected this…
    But I guess most of the people who know these characters will be HAPPY for u and will have PITY for the other guy with her πŸ˜€
    And I am not saying this coz I am your friend. Muiz and I have always been saying this and and you know how much we used 2 dislike her…
    So take a chill pill and majja madi πŸ˜›


  • February 15, 2009 at 1:21 am

    Hey Bro!! Wassup? By the way you write pretty good man. Nice to read your blog. Well after reading this blog I want you to watch/listen Justin Timberlake’s “What goes around comes all the way back around”. You can have a laugh after lsitening to it. I listen to that song everyday and everytime I remember you. Guess I have told Abhi…dunno if he told you. There is a higher power watching this and justice will be served.

  • February 15, 2009 at 1:44 am

    Thats closure.. Congrats mate.. you have done it now..
    There is so much more to do in life.. forget about someone getting paid back for what they’ve done.. Live and let live be the motto..
    Cheers to life!!

  • February 15, 2009 at 1:45 am

    Aur latak rahe hain sab log..

  • February 15, 2009 at 1:54 am

    this and the last post were well written… i guess since they were true to life…
    so is this a snippet of the stuff u are writing….
    the book i mean…

  • February 15, 2009 at 1:56 am

    and i don have any advice… cos its meaningless!!!.
    one day u’ll end up writing a valentine story, minus the tears and breakup…
    tabtak like chetan says..
    LataK RahE HaiN SaB.

  • February 15, 2009 at 9:16 am

    This female frnd of urs..did she ever read your blogs on her?

  • February 15, 2009 at 11:43 pm

    Poignant !
    Cheers to Life ! πŸ™‚

  • February 16, 2009 at 5:02 am

    The anecdote is filled with images.
    I could see the characters, the surroundings and everything.

    Your nose for detail is awesome (probably it’s gotta do a lot with this being an anecdote and not a story.. still) πŸ™‚

    Just couldn’t fully interpret the last line of the story.
    Anyways, wonderful!

  • February 16, 2009 at 5:31 am

    @Abhi – Heh, you know me πŸ˜‰

    @Anurag – I’m pleasantly surprised that you read off my blog. Thanks for your comment and your thought.

    @Chetan – Thanks yO!

    @Ajay – Hmmm, a Valentines story without tears. Sounds like a dream.

    @Tanya – I don’t think so. She’d try and β€˜keep away’ from everything thats mine. At least thats what I assume and hope. She can try and sue me if she wants. Hmm, why do you ask? And I wonder why you’d think of her as my friend.

    @Shruti – Thanks and Hey! Do I know you?

    @Layman – Which part could you not interpret? Might as well try to clarify myself.

  • February 16, 2009 at 7:37 am

    No you dont ! Woopss.. I did’nt know this space was meant for only ppl you know ! πŸ˜‰

  • February 16, 2009 at 8:19 am

    Uhm, does the question “Do I know you?” also imply that this place is only meant for people I know? I thought it was a warm gesture towards knowing the people who patiently read the eblish I write. Additionally, your name; I’m curious :O

  • February 16, 2009 at 8:35 am

    For some reason I felt if she does read your blogs on her..she would think again about you.

    And the reason I refered to her as your “friend” was because she was ur lover once..but she still is ur fnd πŸ™‚ Hope i made sense there!

  • February 16, 2009 at 8:47 am

    You always made sense. I was just pondering upon the implications of your statement, “This female f.r.i.e.n.d of yours…” The word friend caught my eye cause she isn’t my friend. Not anymore at least. And from whatever little I know of her, I’m pretty sure that nothing can move her. They say… women are tender and delicate but she is living testimony to the fact that some women can be walking rocks! So, nah… she wouldn’t think about me!

  • February 16, 2009 at 9:01 am

    hey ! I meant that on a lighter note ya !
    I chanced upon your blog, liked it, so tagged it on to my favourites.. so I keep visiting often, thats it ! Guess that clears your query ! πŸ™‚

  • February 16, 2009 at 9:17 am

    You answered for the question – “How did you reach my blog?” My question implied a) Who are you? (crudely) b) Tell me about yourself! [Mostly cause of the second name and partly cause you said you relate to what I write ;)] I wonder why people tend to ignore my simple form. It does ask for an email address, doesn’t it?

  • February 16, 2009 at 9:37 am

    I disagree on that “she is living testimony to the fact that some women can be walking rocks!”, women have been known for being emotionally stronger than men.

  • February 16, 2009 at 9:46 am

    Being ‘stronger’ is different. Being emotionally inconsiderate and rigid is the recent paradigm shift. Thats if you’re getting where I’m coming from. I’m not talking about the feminists, the moms, the sisters and I’m not talking about women driven by instinctive bonds. In most cases, the bond is what gives them the strength. Otherwise, we’re all humans; sex does not stand court to display of emotions. I’d just want to believe that women are tender and thats what makes me such a duffer.

  • February 17, 2009 at 10:46 am

    That is what ‘learning’ is after all, not whether we lose the game, but know how we lose and how we have changed because of it, and what we take away from it that we never had before, to apply to other games:)
    Losing, in a curious way, is Winning.
    U needed what only she could provide: Her absence.

  • February 19, 2009 at 12:55 pm

    Nice write Anup. i wonder if it hurt while you penned this down.
    I hope it feels bareable now… take care
    and keep on writing.. πŸ™‚

  • February 20, 2009 at 12:17 pm

    abhi said was right and i am really happy for you,just chill bro forget everything and enjoy your life,bura waqt tall chuka hai,right na.

  • February 21, 2009 at 10:02 am

    hey…was just going thru ur blogs…must say there’s something of a kerouac quality in the way you write…write on!

  • February 21, 2009 at 7:04 pm

    @Nids – Quite a thought. Thanks for putting it that way.

    @Pooja – Thanks for reading. Yup, it hurt after almost a year though. 14th marked the death πŸ˜€

    @Sneha – Thanks sweets.

    @Anu – Hey, thanks for reading. And ohhh Kerouac; I have no clue about him/her but I’m taking that as a compliment πŸ™‚ thanks.

  • February 23, 2009 at 4:54 am

    i am just thinkin y i cldnt manage to cal u tht day..hmmm
    i think i wld def have if i knew this story..

    but u bet i have a better story than ur’s.
    lol.. wil tel ya sum day!


  • February 27, 2009 at 1:32 pm

    Hey anu good write…..whn i first met her….i somehwr knew it wld end like this… i remember i had told sneha too… i m happy ur over it…. πŸ™‚

  • March 14, 2009 at 12:24 am

    Add me… If you ever find the time ! πŸ™‚


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