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Our First Valentine’s Day – My Platinum Day of Love.

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Young love gets very excited with first of everything; first date, first kiss, first movie together, first New Year’s Eve together, and the biggie – the very first Valentine’s Day. To recall my Platinum Day of Love I mentally scanned millions of memories and out of many one stood out as the earliest one.

This memory is more than 13 years old but I still remember like it happened yesterday. Before visiting my Platinum Day of Love let me give you some background. I met my husband 10 years before we tied the knot. I won’t say it was love at first sight but we instantly become good friends. Our interests were similar like we loved the same kind of food, movies, places to hang out and all those little things played a big role to get us closer to each other.

That year the Valentine’s Day was special for me. It was my first year out of a very strict all girls school and in college. I was looking towards celebrating my first ever grown up romantic valentine party arranged by the seniors of my college.

I planned the dress, makeup & hair, the shoes that will go with the dress and everything well in advanced now all I needed for my perfect romantic Valentine party was a date. Don’t get me wrong some boys did ask me (I remember at least 4) some well in advanced but all those were turned down and some very harshly by my best friend. He had a strong negative opinion about every boy who tried to be my date for the Valentine’s party.

He was against the concept of Valentine’s Day like Grinch against Christmas. Everyone in my college was excited about the romantic day except the one person I really wanted to celebrate with. He was having debates about how the day is nothing but a commercial celebration and how the greeting cards, flowers and chocolate industries rip off gullible youngsters. I imagined him as the prince charming in my fairy tale and he was behaving like the fire-breathing dragon guarding the tower.

The day before the party we were hanging out with our friends; one of them asked what would my perfect Valentine’s Day be like and without a thought I said a long romantic bike ride to some beautiful place. He looked at me and gave me a smile. We did share a moment but we both didn’t have the guts to tell our true feelings for each other. All my friends decided to go to the party as a group and not in pairs thanks to the grumbling of the Valentine Grinch in our group.

The next morning as planned I packed my dress, makeup and shoes in a bag. We were going to attend the party right after classes. Deep in my thoughts I was getting dressed for my early morning classes. I remembered how he drove away every guy trying to ask me for a date. Maybe that is his way of showing he thinks of me more than a friend. May be when the time is right we will get to the place where telling each other about our feelings will not be so awkward.

It was a beautiful morning, the sun was rising, and the winter was very well showing its presence in Pune. I got in the bus that I regularly took for college and just like any other day I buried my head in a book. This was a very early bus and hardly had any passengers, I sat near a window to enjoy the cool winter breeze. Honking from a motorcycle distracted my reading. I looked out of the window and noticed two of my friends on a bike riding along my bus.

Aditi sitting behind held out a big chart paper having a huge “B” written on it; I waved to ask her what are doing but they rode ahead. Another bike with two more of my friends rode along the bus and Sarika who was sitting behind held another sign that read “My”. I was thrilled and a bit embarrassed with this act of my friends as everyone in that bus including the conductor was looking at these signs. The conductor made it more embarrassing as he was reading the signs out load.

After the second bike moved ahead along came the third bike on which Radhika sitting behind held out a sign that read “Valentine.” The conductor promptly read it out loud. Then he said out the whole sentence with the excitement of a child solving a puzzle; “B My Valentine.” Some in the bus giggled and some shook their head in disapproval for the crazy act of the youngsters.

I hid my face with my book bit shocked with this surprise and then the fourth bike came along with only one rider, my price charming who came close to my window and yelled out; “If the answer is yes please get down at the next stop.” I could not believe what was happening. Nobody ever did anything like this for me and I couldn’t wait to see what else was planned by my friends. I got down at the next stop. My seven friends grinning like the Cheshire cat and their four motorcycles where waiting for me at that stop.

I looked in his eyes and saw a spark like never before. Today he was more than my best friend, today he was my valentine. I sat on his bike and we all drove towards our college. I rested my head on his back and closed my eyes. The cool touch of his leather jacket felt so nice against my cheek. I put my arms around him and held him tightly. I never wanted that moment to end.

When we reached college it looked completely different. Lots and lots of bikes where cluttered in front of the gate almost everyone from my class was standing there. “What’s going on?” I asked him. “Well, didn’t you say something about a bike ride? I spread that idea among our class mates and got an overwhelming response. Now we all our going for a long bike ride to Kashid beach, it will take roughly 3 to 4 hours and then back till night. We have planned to bunk the classes and ditch the senior’s party. Please tell me if you like the plan or would you like to do something else. Either ways I would love to spend this day with you.” He replied.

How could I say no to something like that and so our road trip started from college at around 7 am. Our convoy of 14 bikes and 28 youngsters mostly couples reached the beach before 11 am. The bike ride was tiring but the roads were beautiful. The roads had lush greenery on both sides and very less traffic compared to the city ones. Riding along with a huge group was such an amazing experience.

On that bike I felt close to him like never before. Several times he touched my hand in the most loving way. My hands were sometimes resting on his thigh or hugging his chest. He kept asking me if I was comfortable or if he needs to stop for a break all along the road. In the morning when it was cold he told me to put my hands in his jacket pockets to keep them warm.

The day we spent on the beach was mesmerizing. Most of my college mates enjoyed group activities but I just loved walking on the wet sand and feeling the waves on my feet. The tiredness from the journey melted in seconds as my feet touched the cool and soft sand. The ocean waves were inviting and a dip in them made the trip completely worth it.

Just before sunset and before leaving that beautiful place I wanted to take a last long walk on the beach. He joined me and we walked along the long beach holding hands, taking like we are dating for years, picking up any interesting shell that we spot in the sand and of course playing with the foamy waves with our feet. He suddenly stopped, “I think we came too far. We can’t even hear our friends. Let’s go back.”

We turned back but we stopped for few minutes to notice the most beautiful sunset we ever saw. The sky turned red it looked like the universe was blushing as we were getting closer. He held me from behind, his hands crossing near mine. I never felt so secured, so safe yet so vulnerable before. He kissed my cheek and they copied the blush of the sky. For us the world stood still for that moment. Our feelings for each other were clearer more than ever. That sunset was the end of all the awkwardness and confusion. That was the moment we became one.

My Platinum Day of Love was nothing like I dreamed or planned but it was magical. I did wear the dress and makeup I packed in my bag but on another day for our first date just the two of us. I thank God that it also went nothing as planned and that is a whole another story. Now every day I try to live my life not as per some schedule or plan but trying to recreate the magic I experienced on my Platinum Day of Love. Why Platinum because we are blessed with true love that does not fade with time and a precious metal like Platinum compliments our eternal love.

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