With Valentine's day celebrations coming to a halt, curtailing screens on the most conspicuous romances of the year, comes as a huge relief for an intimidated population like me.
Was it all bad to be 'single'?No, being single is cool, awesome and glorifies my personality will be my prompt answer. So how cool I am being Single? Am so cool that I take painstaking efforts to grab the weekend shows tickets and land myself in the theatre with my best buddy next to me,tring! tring! friend walks out, leaving me all alone to watch the sloppy movie with noone to buy me a popcorn during the interval. I hurl my abuses at his girlfriend with zero viscosity and high fluidity. Stop! She happens to be my sister, isn't it? A relationship bequeathed upon me out of compulsion. I have twelve dozen friends and innumerable sisters from them. Popcorn apart ! Climax arrives, so does my friend, to borrow my bike key to pick the veritable devil, Sorry! My sister! How on earth will you reach back home whips my vacillating brain. Still I give him the key with a nod. Believe me, it was the first instance of me really wishing to take an ice bucket challenge.