It was 10 in the morning. Ajay had gotten up earlier to get ready for the day. It was a special day after all. Naina, the love of his life and mother to his two children, was waiting for him.
Outside, it was raining. The morning rains always reminded him of the day they met each other for the first time. It was the summer rain, which was as beautiful as their relationship of more than five decades.
For the occasion, Ajay had picked up white lilies. His wife’s favourites. He was wearing a brown jacket and khaki trousers, and a beige colour shirt that Naina had bought him a few months ago. Of course, it wasn’t the first time he had picked flowers to make his wife smile.
He had done this—the making her smile part—since day one. Sometimes, by playing the ukulele, the other times, by cooking her favourite meal. But lately, flowers were what she had loved the most.
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