The screaming continued, the abuses got louder and louder every minute. I was so engrossed in those foreign voices that I almost missed it. Valentine's Day had arrived.
As the clock strikes 12 on 13 February every year, most people all over the world hug, kiss and wish each other a "Happy Valentine's Day". But, this year, as I sat up, reading my book , I hadn't noticed it was Valentine's Day until I heard someone hurling a volley of abuses .
Since it was late in the night, the abuses were loud and clear. The noise was coming from this building behind mine. What seemed like a heated argument between a husband and wife made me think that maybe, there was someone in that family who had probably wanted to wish his/her parents on Valentine's Day, but was greeted instead by words he/she had probably never heard.
After the shouting went on for an hour or so, I thought of calling the police - what if the woman who was screaming hysterically was in trouble? But then, something stopped me. As I sat there, the fighting having ceased finally, I thought to myself. Was Valentine's Day really about just one day where one feels happy about having someone special or is it wanting to be with that one person despite everything...
Life is all about celebration. Having a dedicated day to celebrate an occasion or an emotion adds some colour and spice. V-day, is to celebrate love, for me, this day is when I toast my evening drink to this universal emotion! The man and woman you speak about - perhaps they might have fallen in love at first fight, and are using the occasion to go back to their first rendezvous. Cheers!
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