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 Does love require a specific day to celebrate?

Today, we had a debate on this topic. Honestly, we were initially on the “No” side. But the entire class had chosen “No,” and no one stood for the “Yes” side that's 'yes we do need a special day to celebrate love'. So the three of us decided to shift. It was fun — debating against such a large group.

Especially my two friends — they were just rocking. More than their points, I admired their spontaneity. The way they articulated thoughtful ideas using such simple words was impressive.

After a long gap, I participated in a debate again 😊. I used to be a good speaker, and I still believe those fragments are there. They surface especially when I’m asked to speak about something I love or something that inspires me.

But debate is different.

You have to stand both against and for an idea, and that shift must come easily. That has never really been my cup of tea. No matter the version of myself — past or present — this was something new and experimental for me.

And today, I voiced out.

Not very big points  just a minute of speech, but voicing out and listening to my peers took me back to my school days.

The topic was truly interesting. Initially, I wanted to stand firmly for “No” — that we don’t need a special day to celebrate love. But after speaking for the “Yes” side, I realized a part of me actually agrees with it.

And I realized that only after

I listened to people.

I listened to myself.

Later, while returning home, I saw shops filled with roses mostly red and vibrant, colorful flowers. It was overwhelming and beautiful to see them arranged neatly into baskets.

A particularly cute moment I witnessed was at the Camp Road signal. There was a small pookadai, glowing with eye-pleasing red roses. A couple stood there with their 6–8 month-old baby. The woman was carrying the baby, and the man was carefully looking for the best rose to gift her.

When he finally chose one, he looked at her with such love. He gently touched the rose to her cheek, and she blushed.

And their little baby was smiling, unaware that he is the product of pure, ever-warming love.

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