Why I Hate Valentine’s Day?

“She is the beauty that my eyes ever witnessed,

The uncelebrated ninth wonder of the world,

I wish Hitler would saw her melting eyes, and the world wars never had happened,

I suspect that the smoothness of the butter was inspired by her soft silk lips,

I bet that the moon comes every night to steal her luminous radiance,

The sun rises for her, bright the world to make people witness her immense beauty,

The trees jump in joy to inhale the carbon dioxide exhaled by her,

The…”

 

“The dog poops for her so that she can inhale the pungent smells…” cried out my brother and laughed unconditionally for more than five minutes. I ran into my room with my laptop covering my face before the scene got worst. I cursed him for all the things he had done to me, and frustration overruled my anger.

 

“He may be the most handsome guy in the class, but I, Ravinder Sahu, am the cleverest and the topper of the college. So, ideally, all the girls should be after me…leave everyone, I only care about Radha! I am sincerely in love with Radha…but she always has her eyes on Rahul, my idiot brother.

 

I decided to propose to her on this valentine’s day and impress her somehow so that she would choose me over my brother. But this stupid poem of mine doesn’t seem to work. I should do something…what do I do? Should I ask anyone for advice? No, No I am the topper! What about my reputation, name, and fame in college?

 

Let’s Google- How to propose a girl?

 

Take her to a place she excites…bend on knees…give her a diamond ring and confess your love…be dramatic.

 

Oh! It’s so simple…let’s do this. The first thing, taking her to a place she excites...hmm…our college playground! Nah canteen! Mm…But these are not romantic…yeah! I got an idea. She would surely excite and gets mad also ;D

 

Okay, now, the second step- bend on knees…that’s alright.

 

Then- give her a diamond ring and confess your love. Ah! So romantic. I’ll buy it just now.”

 

The very next day, valentine’s day of 2017, I went to her with all the preparations. I tried to write down a proposal speech but compromised and stuck to my initial poem. “That was an awesome poem, and indeed, even Shakespeare couldn’t write any better!” I felt. Then I took her to my college ground where I made all the arrangements. I tied two ropes, placing one on the other, 6 inches apart, as one, for walking on it and the other, to be held for support. They were placed tightly between two opposite buildings. Yeah, she always wanted to try tightrope walking, and I intended to make her dream come true on that day. Initially, she was frightened, but I encouraged her to walk on the rope. Despite all our friends’ laughs, she started to walk on the ropes with a safety jacket and helmet.

 

Then with great courage, I walked towards her freely and recklessly, without any safety measures. By the time she reached half the way, I hurriedly went behind her, and when everyone was watching, I burst out reciting the poem that I byhearted last night. Slowly, I took out the diamond ring from my pocket. Everyone on the ground was cheering, and it raised my excitement. She threw me a surprising gaze. It’s time for me to add that drama to the scene. I opened my hands wide apart, imitating Shahrukh Khan, her favorite actor. She screamed in exhilaration and jumped slightly just when I tried to bend my knees and boom! In a span of a second, I fell from the rope with a thud. The last image my eye captured was her face with eyes and mouth wide open as I was about to hit the ground. I heard the cheering sounds from my classmates for about two minutes, and then there was all silence and blank.

 

When I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital, and through the window of my room, I saw my brother Rahul cracking jokes on me with Radha. They were laughing hysterically. That

picture in front of me made my blood boil, and I tried to wake up from the bed and hit him heartily. But my neck was injured badly, and I felt the sudden pain from every part of my body. But that scene of the love birds gave me more pain than anything at that moment, more than my nagging neck, more than people’s laughs, but lesser than my stupid stunts. And ever since then, I have hated Valentine’s day.