Hass leta hun yun hi, jab koi puraani yaad mujhe rok kar, ek qissa yaad dila jaati hai; kya khoya, kya paya, iss haqeeqat se wakif karwa jaati hai. Kuch khwaab bunn leta hun main phir, apne khoye bachpane ke josh mein, taaki phir ek puraani yaad banke aa jaaye, mujhe kabhi hansaane ke liye.
I am running a few minutes late for our date.
I stopped over at the florist's to pick up your favourite flowers when I saw another gentleman pick up one as well.
Impressed, I too chose just a single flower and walked towards the counter, following the other man.
Imagine my surprise when he scribbled your name on a card, kissed the flower and asked it to be hand delivered.
Well, before I could ask or say anything, I saw a smudge of 'Velvet Red' on his shirt, the same shade I had gifted you on our last anniversary.
Well, I guess I must have been too shattered and stunned by the moment.
So, I just wanted you to know I'm running a little late for our date.