Amidst the city’s favourite road, we scurried past a hundred people. There was a little girl selling roses obstructing our path. We tried to zig zag our way across her, but it’s safe to say she was an adamant little child.
He reached out his arm and asked her for a rose.
“Forty Rupees”, she said.
“Why?!”, I asked him.
“A rose for a rose”, he said.
Ofcourse, you trot all over the place proclaiming your dream pick up phrase, and someone is bound to pick it up. I smiled, it was still one in a lot of someones who would use it.
He reached into his wallet and removed a ten Rupee note “This is all I have”, he said.
I reached for my purse and extracted a thirty. “Isn’t this perfect?”, I laughed.
We both did, because despite the fact that I just bought a flower for myself and coined a line to match my name, it was pretty perfect.
I will always remember your so many visits to this city, for me. I will always, somehow, undeniably love you.
Happy birthday you silly boy! 23. How time flies!