There’s more to romance than meets the Facebook page. I am having this sudden, irrepressible craving to enter into wedlock again. That too, in a chic, modern manner. If this sounds too absurd to be taken seriously, let me explain, before you start suspecting my intentions and pass instant verdicts. This new urge to go through a fresh conjugal ceremony stems from my exposure to occasions and pictures of young people today exchanging vows in supremely grand styles. I mean, there is no one way of holding one’s nuptials these days, and I am not talking about just the daredevils who do it while skydiving or up there on the arctic glacier.

I have recently been subjected to the tedious task of viewing some wedding albums, videos and listening to pre-wedding stories, and trust me, they have left me feeling severely deprived of several ceremonial privileges, thanks to the antiquity of the time when I got married. There are certain perks to being young and getting married in this my-world-on-a-wall age. The publicity that you will get, for one. This puts the ‘most important day of your life’ in the headlines and you make a splash with pictures that are well choreographed, cinematic posters of a glossed-up couple. There was a time when such glitz was part of celebrity weddings alone, glimpses of which we eagerly caught in the magazines. But now glamour and style have become commonplace.

I am particularly amused by the pictures of young couples taken in poses so varied and romantic that they often make me want to run to the nearest wedding venue and get married again, at least to get some good photographs taken with my spouse. In all these years we haven’t known anything better than standing next to each other, rigid like twin towers, for a click. It is hard to say from our wedding day photographs if we were happy to be married, and it still remains so. Our pictures, just short of caricatures, are such an apology for beauty and romance.

The long courtship that the young couples of today enjoy is something I would give a world to experience. Frequent meetings and outings, constant chatting, and what not, to pep up love on the threshold of matrimony! Compare this to our wedding that took place 10 days after we both formally agreed to get hitched. The fact that Valentine ’s Day fell within those 10 days did nothing to improve our sentiments, for who knew much about Valentine’s then? And as strangers who were not sure if they even wanted to get married, February 14 was just another date in the calendar for us. Now I know all about Valentine’s and red roses, and for this, I want to get married again and give that staid memory some modern sizzle.

‘Shall we?” I ask him. “People are doing it these days.”

“Doing what?” he asks.

“Renewing vows on their wedding anniversary. Next year, let’s do it in style. We’ll have a lavish sangeet, mehendi, designer wear etc. Before that we’ll court for a few months over WhatsApp and Facebook, we will go out for dinner, hold hands under the table...”

“Wait a second,” he says gently, and looks at me in a manner he has never done before.

I flap my eyelids and close them in anticipation. This is going to be my dream moment. St Valentine, bless us.

“You are amazing,” he says close to my face. “... to even imagine that I would repeat the horrendous mistake, that too with the same woman!”

I open my eyes to find him gone. I smile fondly, and pack the hamper for our weekend lunch by the creek.

“Don’t forget to take your shawl. It’s a cold day,” he calls out from the room.

“Thank you, St Valentine,” I whisper with a winning smile, as I tuck his favourite dessert in the basket.

The writer is a freelance journalist based  in Dubai. Khaleej Times.