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Valentine’s Day: A resting day for soul ache

Either in Eastern or Western world people mainly youngsters and teenagers engulf themselves on the joy of this day. Many couples seek out their favorite restaurants or hotels that are all filled with hefty discounts and roses and beautiful red decorations. They enjoy day and especially night. Many people finally summon up their courage to go out on the voyage to finally open up their heart’s desire to their loved ones. They receive great romantic poems and all form of literature that they can get their hands on. Right from cards to great romantic sounds the towns and cities burst with lovers who for once again in their life think they have go their hands on the love of their life.
However beautifully decorated a mall may be, many people do tend to build up a reason to be gloomy on this good da. Many hearts are opened up to prosper, yet hundreds are broken like a glass, never to be healed bask again. Some wear this scar like a jeweler finding a reason for shaming of the opposite gender. Ramu finally desired to confess his love for Rita while she discovers her joy in Ajay. Meanwhile Ramu silently weeps at the corner. Valentines Days also practices the greatest number of suicides. Some may find it on=struct t celebrate this day for their hopes get too high an end up crashing below he floors. Some broken heart grows to learn, some grow to vengeance.
One thing that cannot be ignored in this day is that it has been a boon for some and s sin for some and a normal just another day for the remaining. Many youths have misjudged this tradition. Showing its origin from western lands, this tradition may be liberal. Yet instead of waiting of a particular day in three sixty-five days, why don’t we celebrate love every day. Let’s celebrate it with ones we have grown to over like our parents. Moreover, the boy in the corner that caught your eyes may or may not be your prince in knight in shining armor. But why wait till Valentine to discover? Right?

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