If you have ever been somebody’s Valentine, you would have noticed that more often than not the Valentine’s Day celebrations fade out with time. Being an average next door couple, we both have almost stopped celebrating this day.
Now, before you go ahead get judgmental, let me tell you that I am not a great fan of the Archies-driven & promoted days like Mother’s day, Sister’s day , Brother-in-Law day, Cat day Valentine’s day etc, but I like the fact that these days act as reminders in our busy lifestyle.
Both my life and wife weren’t so busy in the initial days, and as a result our Valenine’s days were a time to remember and celebrate our relationship.
Don’t believe me? Read what and how we celebrated in the past years below:
2004 was my first experience with the concept of Valentine’s day. Coming from a small town Madurai, I wasn’t aware of Valentine’s Day and it wasn’t a nice first experience. Read about my first experience of Valentine’s day.
Once you are married, the equations change a bit. If you ask me, men remain the same….the same crying babies they were before marriage….but the girls change. They change to women. Read how our first Valentine’s day after marriage was celebrated.
Since it was the first year after marriage, and since the Royalty hadn’t worn off yet…I even wrote a poem for Rekha. I know…you probably wonder…how can Jammy get mushy. Well, he did get mushy….thats what girls do to him. Do check out the poem Jammy wrote for Rekha in 2006.
In 2006, I also got to understand one huge secret about women – if they don’t like what you are giving them, they will ask its price. The moment Rekha received my bouquet of flowers that year, she asked: “So, how much did it cost you?”
Read more about how the Valentine’s Day conversation went.
After 2006, we never did celebrate the Valentine’s Day like regular couples. Though, there were instances when I gifted her an Old Monk bottle of rum…knowing that she doesn’t drink and I would have to finish it myself. There was also that instant when I gifted her Dining Table on Valentine’s day (we needed to buy our own dining table, and my plan was to kill two birds with one stone). And then there was that another instance when I gifted my used-for-only-one-and-a-half years Motorola Razor V3i mobile to Rekha on Valentine’s Day.
I don’t know what is coming up this year. Watch this space for more!
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