<span class=normal>It is Valentines Day and the city is overrun by lovers making out on every corner with the odd moustache Pete looking on to fuel his vicarious ways. In other places paramours look deathly pale as the bill comes in, reminding them just how much it costs nowadays to have a healthy sex life. Me? Im standing at the base of a tall apartment complex in Mumbai with a smile on my face. Im neither armed with a box of chocolates or flowers nor worried about a mountainous credit card bill. With a laptop slung across my shoulder and a word file Ill need to get to know her better - I dont print by policy to do my bit for the environment - I head up to the 9th floor to meet my Valentine.<br><br><br><p class=clear>&nbsp;</p>Theres no traditional coyness as she ushers me in. I wade through a couple of salesmen trying to sell her a Blackberry, her managers and her mother to find a place to wait for her. Her off-screen persona is quite different from her on-screen one and theres no brawny, hirsute man in a safari suit hovering around me before he says, Sameera will see you now. Instead the dusky beauty comes straight to the lovely patio on her balcony with an energy bar in hand and all set for a conversation. This isnt an ordinary Valentines date as you must have noticed. Im on a date with one of Indias hottest starlets- Sameera Reddy. </span>