Saying I love you.
Being blatantly frank, I don't celebrate it. Not because it has anything to do with the connections as a pagan festival, a day for martyrs, celebrating love etc. More of the fact that I perceive love is rejoiced everyday thus special days such as this never seem to exist in my calendar of events. Nevertheless, Happy Valentine's Day to everyone. :)
One of the discussions I had with Uncle Faiz Teh, the utterly hilariously sweet Chinese convert when I boarded his cab months ago.
Uncle Faiz:: I want to ask you, how often do you tell your parents you love them?
Me:: Maybe once a year. Displaying acts of affection in the household is quite uncommon.
Uncle Faiz:: That is not right. Doing so carries great significance to the receiver.
Me:: Precisely, but it’s pretty much understood. And if I suddenly start saying it everyday, I can’t imagine the reaction from my parents.
Uncle Faiz:: Even though it’s understood, saying it takes it to another level. The thing about us is we find it so difficult to say our feelings out loud.
Me:: I suppose, we cling onto the actions speaks louder than words concept, that we neglect the fact that words can move mountains. Sometimes, all it takes are just saying those few words.
Uncle Faiz:: Try it. It’ll bring wonders. :) To get you started, you can tell them I love them. :)
I believe he’s dead right on that. After relating it to my parents, they both burst out laughing.
Dad used to hum, singing along to Bee Gees, Words. :)
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