Hold my hand

All of us have come across it sometime or the other. Some people probably find it touching. I belong to the group which finds it revolting. I mean what; did you not grow out of it while growing out of braces and plastic potties? In case you’re wondering, its couples holding hands in enclosed, cramped public places and making a show of it. Don’t get me wrong here; I’m neither a prude nor a member of the Ram Sene, since what I’m talking about is not casual handholding which most of us have done. It’s the gingerly held, I’ll-lead-you-out-of-this-crowded-mess-just-watch-your-step type grip. It’s almost always led by an ultra chivalrous male followed by a whimpering, simpering dame, a real incarnation of Wordsworth’s Lucy poems. They’ll put puppy love to shame. I wonder if the caring male escorts his lady love into the loo as well. But then again this is a family blog.