All that they learned about love, they learned from the movies. That men and women declared glorious heterosexual love, sometimes fought with their families, and finally got married. That in the precise part that the couple were sitting solemn and about to promise themselves into a wedding, ‘The End’ would emerge. This was their signal. Get up, and proceed to exit.
Today, she feels like getting in touch with some of those girls that she went to the films with. The ones who bunked classes and saved their pocket money for the releases on Friday. She searched for them online. Wondering what came of them. Searching didn’t yield much. They had disappeared. Most of them. It strikes her then, that it was a decade since they graduated. That they were all probably married, and had changed their names. She could only guess their second names. Futile. The End.
PS – I am otherwise so given to cheesiness. But Valentine’s Day makes me cynical about love. But in a good way. Underneath all that contempt for over-sized red hearts, I am all mush.