(This is a sequel of my earlier work Saint Valentine: Villain Valentine which was based on real incidents. If you have not already read, consider (do not have to) reading it before this story. Here is the link.)
14th Feb 2011. It was Valentine Day again. Running on his treadmill while watching The Early Show on Channel 5, Ajay heard his iPhone beeping with a reminder of Valentine Day. But Ajay did not need a reminder, he already knew about Valentine Day. How could he forget Valentine Day?
Determined to make up for the past, he was prepared to put effort, time and money to get the best possible Valentine Gift for his wife Anita.
As a distinguished cardiologist, he knew all about heart muscles, arteries & veins connecting to heart and its complex function of pumping blood to the body. Struggling to finalize the gift for Anita, today he wished he knew more about heart (or to be technically correct brain) of Venusians.
Diamond Ring! No. She already got a big diamond ring for her last birthday.
Gold Jewelry! No. Her preference is pure gold that is not possible in the USA.
Shoes! No. She likes to buy herself.
Apple Laptop! She would love it but not a romantic gift.
Perfume! No Way. Never!
A book! Good idea but again not romantic enough.
Right at that moment, a TV advertisement showed Red Roses. He knew his answer.
Yes. Red roses! Anita loves red roses. She loves to decorate the house with red colored fresh roses in different kinds of vases. She loves the fragrance and touch of roses. She loves to feel the roses. Convinced with the decision to get roses, he stopped treadmill and made a note on his iPhone though he knew he could never forget.
Returning home from the hospital, he stopped at shops and purchased the most beautiful red roses he had ever seen. Very happily, he presented the roses to Anita as soon as he entered the house.
Anita was pleasantly surprised. She was ecstatic. But this lasted only for a moment.
Suddenly Anita could not decide whether to scream or laugh at her husband. She did not know if to howl or hug her husband. She was angry yet delighted. She felt frustration and elation at the same time.
She smothered her mixed feelings and asked, “What is this?”
Happily Ajay replied, “Thought and effort. I got perfect red roses for you.”
Anita looked at him slightly exasperated and asked, “How about results? Are you sure about roses?”
Puzzled Ajay could not figure out any flaw in his perfect gift, “What is wrong? You don’t seem happy.”
Instead of Anita, Ajay’s daughter replied, “Dad, these are artificial roses. Mom hates plastic flowers.”
Dear Readers: - I will let you decide the fiction and non-fiction part of this story. Just a hint, I had dinner with Ajay last weekend.