Of flowers and girls

I was never one who fancied flowers. In fact, I didn't understand the big hoo-ha over it. Well, not until I received my first bouquet (12 roses) from the person I love. That was my first Valentines' Day two years back. I still remember how I felt when I got the bouquet.

I remember feeling like I was floating in the air.

I remember how smitten I was.

And I remember feeling like the luckiest girl(friend) on earth.

12 stalks, to me, was a lot! Of course, it was something I never expected from D then. But maybe it wasn't exactly a good thing, for it raised the bar relatively and dangerously high.


Maybe the men (or some other girls out there) don't really get why some girls love RECEIVING flowers so much (Read: Receiving). I didn't. But receiving flowers, to me, if I may put it in a lousy way, is like scoring a goal. It's more than just happiness. It's joy, bliss and ecstasy. It's feeling really proud.

It makes me feel loved, cherished, treasured, well.... special. Yes, it makes me feel special. Maybe it's the surprise element. Who doesn't love surprises? I've heard of girls receiving surprise delivery in office. They feel embarrassed. But on the other hand, they feel special. I've heard of guys arranging for flowers to be delivered to their girls' office. They feel proud that they've made their girls happier than someone who has struck lottery.





I don't know what is it about flowers that make me feel that way. And I'm sure it's not just about boyfriends giving flowers to girlfriends. Even when I received single stalks from friends, the feeling was good.

Maybe it's knowing that I'm on their minds...

Oh well...

Happy Valentines' Day! <3