It’s almost that time of the year when big pink hearts take over storefronts, over 190 million cards are exchanged, and the average U.S. consumer will spend $103 on gifts, meals, and entertainment,. Yup, St. Valentine’s Day. The day of L-O-V-E.
I’m not one to make a big hoopla about this holiday – I’m one of those people who prefers to receive flowers or a gift on random days rather than on a day when there are such high expectations. But, a handwritten card or a poem, ah, that I will never turn away.
This year, my Valentine’s Day gift to my husband is a copy of SMITH magazine/Harper Perennial’s Six Word Memoirs of Love and Heartbreak: By Writers Famous and Obscure. It’s a pocket-sized paperback (4X6, a little smaller in size than your average Valentine’s Day Card, but chock full of so many more wishes and reflections on matters of the heart).
This book is the second offering from SMITH Magazine whose initial invite to writers two years ago was a simple one (inspired by Ernest Hemingway’s “For Sale: baby shoes, never worn): Everyone has a story. Can you tell yours in six words? The submissions poured in like crazy and soon enough they had published the NYT bestselling Not Quite What I Was Planning. (
The book features my very own six word memoir on page 13:
Sleeping, our foreheads touch. Fates mingle.
As I was flipping through the book, I came across another one-liner by our very own mutineer V.V. on page 70:
My book title makes dating awkward.
There were several more six-word desi memoirs that made it into the book:
Girl beautiful. No Mercedes. No love. – Sujoy Kumar Chowdhury
I fixed him but broke myself. – Amal Khairul
Proposal. Dowry. Bethrothal. Marriage. Children. Love. – Mitali Perkins
Arranged marriage now sounding pretty good. – Saleem Reshamwala
Add your own six word memoir (consider it your Valentine’s day greeting to the world) in the comments section before midnight on Sunday, February 15th. V.V. (author of the Washington Post choice for one of the best books of 2008, Love Marriage will pick two winners who will each receive a free copy of Six Word Memoirs of Love and Heartbreak. And, that’s our V-Day gift to you.
Below the fold, check out a book trailer for inspiration.
Incidentally, Sepia had its own six-word party a few years ago. Check it for some inspiration.)
God’s Other Children: My Robot Lover
A ring costs how much? FUCK.
Pink chaddis are for protest! Promise!
nine months. water breaks. true love.
For sale. Whipped cream. Never worn.
For sale. Mortage-backed securities. Truly priceless!
So I thought I could dance.
g awakened transformed to Mrs. gm
(a Franz Kafkaesque view of marriage. Kafka’s characters like L. or Josef K. always wake up transformed into a bug, or on trial, etc.)
It is cheaper to be single. I never knew this was coming. Lost in you. Get me out ! Sure you don’t want stimulus package? Drunk. Do it. Wake up. Nightmare. Thirty years later it still hurts.
Hi, could anybody at SM kindly remove my email in the last comment. Didnt think it would be publicly visible ! I screwed up somewhere I guess. Sorry.
I didnt know she was mental.
Don’t remove AR’s post, no regrets!
Never let Aunties pick your spouse.
“Judd, it’s not me, it’s you.“
I’m not desperate. Wait. Love me!
Still love you. Creepy, I know.
Gone – many years of furtive tears.
who needs love? just eat chicken.
(caveat is that i just started eating meat last night)
Never thought it would last, but…
her rajma chawal sealed the deal
Aaj ki mulaqat bas itni. Not!
The band is still fresh in my ears
What is that you’re wearing? Clothes?
i smell soulmates next to me. she was love. you are passion. i’ll be your hooker, travis bickle. in love with reason. sorry god. when she burps, i don’t mind. you define me. you confine me.
17 years, still your Mississippi Masala.
stitchery smile, button eyes, mine forever
Ok without you; Best with you.
he said we needed to talk.
Faulkner’s past drowns in fatalism. Fail.
Bacardi rum killed our platonic friendship. Hotel lobby, stealing flowers for you. Your father’s glare haunts my nightmares.
Flour. Cocoa. Egg. Batter. Oven. LOVE.
too long, didnt read. whats love.
Held you like a lonesome child.
I didn’t have sex with Monica.
desi aunty secretly likes 50 cent.
Broke my heart. Broke his wallet. Roses are red. Dollars are green. Valentine’s Day should be February 29. Kali Ma. Mujhe shakti de Kali.
99 problems. A bitch ain’t one.
(inspired by papaji)
Slow. Accident Ahead. Right Lane Closed.
Hiring Models. Prefer no prior experience.
Know many bartenders. Am I alcoholic?
Single for Lease. Option to buy.
Husband kills wife. Child only witness.
Wanted daisies, he gave me ice*.
*Diamonds are not a girl’s bestfriend.
What’s love gotta do with it?
One photo. NRI GROOM! Instant love.
Condoms. Three years old. Still new.
my love milked me bone dry
Kiss her nape. Thank me later.
To marry Mary, part with Jane.
didn’t realize tomorrow is valentine’s day
Are you this fun in person?
I came. I saw. I conquered.
He had never cuddled brown before.
One amazing kiss! Soon…wedded bliss?
Just once, let it be mutual.