“Mohabbat ke liye kuchh khas dil makhsoos hote hain
Ye woh nagma hai jo har saaz par gaya nahin jata”
I would like to take some liberty with the above couplet and modify it thus :
"Mohabbat ke liye ye khas din makhsoos hota hai
Ye woh nagma hai jo hardin kabhi gaya nahin jata".
Come 14th February a.k.a Valentine Day, and every thing including the air smells of love. I do not know whether the lovers gain any thing out of the market gimmicks, that have an open play, but the shopkeepers and traders do have a field day. Not that I am against any thing of the sort - rather I envy the young lovers who wait for this day all the year for their love to find expression or take wings . I look , in vain for my Valentine, who seems to be lost somewhere and has taken the form of a matronly figure- mother of my kids – whom even suggestion of some endearment from me gives creeps.