Saturday, 14 February 2015

The Mean Reds...


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.  


"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes..."
Anonymous, Holy Bible: New International Version



It was not a day when you'd expect one to be all alone. Everywhere one went they were bound to walk into a mush parade. It was that day of the year when everybody is expected to go cuckoo over their significant other halves. When you have to have plans. Plans with that special someone. Plans to have a night out or a night in. Or plans with other singletons - an evening spent ruing their current status or reminiscing a past love. Or in some cases - loves.  

She sat staring at her phone's screen, skimming her mailbox. Reading the barrage of unread "For Your Valentine" promotional mailers. She wasn't usually the highly blunt and opinionated type to hop on the 'I-Hate-The-Commercialization-of-Love' bandwagon but was also not one to get all sloppy for one day. 

She was the kind of girl who loved spending weekends lazying in surrounded by books that smelled of times long gone. Plugging in her ear phones and tuning ths whole world out. Cooking a quiet meal and eating to her heart's content. Watching Breakfast At Tiffany's. For the umpteenth time.

Just for Audrey Hepburn. 

The way she quips "Darling!" 

"Grand Central Station. And step on it darling!" or "I'll tell you one thing, Fred, darling..." 

The numerous times she chimes "marvellous!" 

Or when she sits on her window sill crooning Moon River looking absolutely surreal. 

Or when Holly and Fred paint the town red by doing things they've never done before. 

The ethereal opening scene that has her standing wearing the classic black ensemble, that many after her have tried to recreate, in front of her favourite destination when she gets the mean reds - Tiffany's. 

It just  took her  to another world. 

Every. Single. Time. 

Perfect! 

And how could she forget Cat! Nameless slob, you Cat. 

A movie about a complex girl simplified by the man who falls for her. 

Because in the end, it's not the diamonds or the lavish parties or super rats like Rusty Trawler. Its about love. And that's all a girl ever asks for.


2 comments:

bellybytes said...

I loved the way you've built this up!

The Wanderer said...

Thank you! Glad you liked it :)

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