Cheeru is out of town. And Cheeru being Cheeru, he asked me to deliver flowers to HIS girl this morning. The fun part is that he has never done something special for V-day in the brief 24years of his exciting existence. Incidentally, gifting flowers on Valentine's Day is not my idea of showering affection on women, but the prospect of treading on unventured turf seemed exciting..

Cheeru had taken the trouble of identifying the 'correct' florist. So I just had to go to 'our' man, collect and finally deliver the goods. V-Day is indeed rosy for them florists. This chap was open even before our neighbourhood Dhobi had pulled up his shutters. All this while, I've never spotted our flowerman or his little shop, just next to the Corporation Bank ATM in lovely Indira Nagar.

I was the only person at the shop so early in the morn. And the flowers I bought. The roses were fresh and delicate. Had trouble balancing them on my girl's tank. The thing is, when you're taking extra trouble to get something done well, everybody will be there to notice. I got a LOT of attention with them flowers. Most people on the streets don't obviously know how to react, to watching a person carry gorgeous flowers for a buddy's girlfriend. If you look close enough, you can see them turning green. Ha ha. Bliss.

As for the errand.. I've already received umpteen messages profusely thanking me for the job well done. And even his girl called (after having recovered from the shock, after a good 20minutes!). And as the news spreads, I've had delivery requests coming in from Visakhapatanam.