Valentine's Day.

14-02-2011.
Sunday.
Valentine’s Day.



When Adam delved and Eve span;
Who was then the Gentleman?

Who can give a law to the Lovers?
Love is a greater law unto itself.

Love ceases to be love when it ceases to be secret.

Boys and Girls eagerly wait the aforesaid day and date.
It is a practice to send greetings and love declaration for each other.
"I belong to you and only to you till death do us part.” all that.
They have to go on doing the drill.
It is the sure way to climb the steps of the ladder of love.
Perhaps you could climb a few steps to the ladder to her heart this day.
The drill has to be never ending. It is a continuous process. They should be watering the love plant regularly. It is a constant continuous process involving routine. Such routine has importance to them in their lives. Your endearing and witty remarks are judged. It is a general pattern and can be applied to any particular one selected for this purpose to be the future partner. Stares, smiles comparison, touch hand, touch hugs, caress, kiss, kind word, kind glance, stolen glance, stolen stare, accidental body touch are vital pre-requisites of long and everlasting union with her.


Sudden phone call, sudden e-mail, sudden visit sudden telegram, sudden flowers, everything sudden and unexpected and out of way so as to attract her attention all the time all the while. Buy flowers, buy gifts, buy books, buy tickets for concert movies and cultural programs. Keep her busy.
Keep her engrossed in you. Do not give her time to think. Bestow constant attention.
Address her with all big names and begin with all big salutation. Shout her loud as “Princess!” in a crowd and al that childish tricks. She will be yours in no time. Check up beforehand that she is not preoccupied or reserved elsewhere. Ascertain her interest in you. Check up, whether she is interested, and she is free.
“Are stars not out today?”
“What a pity!”
“Can stars be in the House?”
“It has to be in the Sky”
“For all to see them.”
All such stuff will get you to her.
Dream up all sorts of stories wild ideas and jokes and dreams you had about her and all that stuff. She really likes it. She wants to hear all sort of non-sense about her. She craves for it. She likes to hear all sorts of probable and improbable stories. She likes to fly with them.
You have to be a good storyteller to win a fair heart. She likes to be pampered and compared with the moon and the stars and the fairies and the legends. She is moving with the characters of the story. That is her weakness. Flattery thy name is her. She is so fond of hearing about her that she moves with every sentence. She is all ears to hear about her.