Create Unforgettable Loving Memories on Valentines Day
As the first week of February approaches, shops are suddenly loaded with heart-shaped cards, chocolate containers, posies of red roses and cute teddy bears, heralding the onset of Valentine Day celebrations.After a week-long of romantic interactions which begin on the 7th February, comes the most awaited day of the year, Valentines Day.
The day is dedicated to all individuals who have newly found true love and those whohave passed through all stages of their romantic relationships and are basking in the love found yester years ago. Thoughin todays times a lot of commercialisation and loads of expectations have crept into the celebrations, the day does infuse joy and liveliness into the lives of individuals.
Red roses and symbols of dove and cupid which symbolize Valentines Day abound everywhere. The day is celebrated not only by the young lot but also the older couples with each set doing it in their own way. For youngsters it is a day of frolic and fun while the matured adults think more of setting aside quality time for their partners.
Roses, cakes, chocolates and gifts feature in the must have lists for Valentine Days celebrations with customized items becoming more popular.Materialistic items apart, the depth of ones relationship can be measured only in terms of how often they are thought of and are by the side of one another.
THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis lazuli sky was blanketed by gunmetal gray clouds as it wept crocodile tears across the parched Los Angeles landscape.
When Ivy was a child and she overheard adults talking about their break-ups, in her young feeble-formed mind, she imagined it in the most literal of essences. She once heard her mother speaking of her break up with an emotionally unavailable man.
She said they broke up on 69th Street. Ivy visualized her mother and that man breaking into countless fragments, like a spilled box of jigsaw pieces. And she imagined them shattered in broken shards, being blown down the pavement of 69th Street.
For some reason, on the drive home from Marcels apartment that next morning, all Ivy could think about was her mother and that faceless man in broken pieces, perhaps some aspects of them still stuck in cracks and crevices of the sidewalk, mistaken as grit.
She couldnt get the image of Marcel having his seizure out of her mind. It left a burning sensation in the center of her chest. An incessant flame torched her lungs, chest, and even the back door of her tongue.
Witnessing someone you cared about experiencing a seizure was one of those things that scribed itself indelibly on the canvas of your mind. It was gut-wrenching. Graphic and out-of-body, it was the stuff that post traumatic stress syndrome was made of.
? Brandi L. Bates, Remains To Be Seen