Valentine's Day was Delhi's big date with politics. Be it Arvind Kejriwal's swearing-in ceremony as Chief Minister, or protests outside Hindu Mahasabha that question the politics of religion, much more than red roses and XL-sized teddy bears happened on Saturday.

"Tu andar toh baith phir main batati hoon tuhje kyun andar daala hai". What? Pardon me, but last I remember I had some fundamental rights. One, you can not arrest me without a reason. Two, you can't physically assault me. That makes you the criminal, Delhi Police, not me.

Anyway, they pull me in the bus, grabbing me by my bangles that drag along my hands, bruising and scratching me all the way before they finally come off.

One of them tears my poster in that cliche filmy style and throws it up in the air, slyly posing for the media cameras too. Like, seriously?!

So I am in the van now, confused, amused, hurt and sweating. I can feel my tee-shirt that was nicely tucked in my skirt, because of all the manhandling has reached above my bra stap. Courtesy police halwaldarnis. To top it all, one of them asks me, "Koi tameez nahi hai kya apko?” What an elegant display by the women in khakis today. *slow clap*

I still haven’t told you why I went to protest in the first place. Well, it's super basic, I went for love. Uff too much. Wait there is more, I went because love is bigger than religion, and it's high-time these Hindu-choti-soch-sabha learned to respect it. Come on people, ancient India had more fun than we do now.