Forgive me for saying this on Valentine’s Day, but the heart is a mere hollow, cone-shaped lump of muscle the size of an adult clenched fist tucked in the middle of the thorax. Sitting smug at the level of thoracic vertebrae T5-T8, the heart does not pound at the sight of the beloved. Love or not, the heart knows just one rhythm - lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub. That’s the real sound of a heartbeat. Science further kills the romance by naming lub-dub a dreary S1-S2 (Sound 1, Sound 2). Imagine the heart doing Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub on February 14. Sounds boring? This Valentine’s Day, forget the cliched red heart symbol and ignore the S1, S2. Think of love as art, sculpture, painting, a story.
Preeti Verma Lal is a Goa-based freelance writer/photographer.