Love is still an Enigma to me.
Shall I believe it exists?
Shall I expect a fairytale of my own?
I always wonder why there are no love stories in my family/relatives.
May be its there, I can’t see it?
Among all these chaos and celebrations on this day.
I hate to admit I have never received a single rose from anyone to this day.
Yet, this day has no meaning to me.
Once upon a time we spent this day scanning around us to spot people wearing white or red colored dresses. It meant they were in love!
Today it’s just another day.
I am not saying this out of sadness, being single needs to be celebrated! I am in my happy space but the career is still a huge question mark though.
I ponder at times, have I moved on?
Or has the time just stopped?
I wonder who will answer…