Tomorrow is my 14th wedding anniversary,
Unknown to him,
I slipped out of our Sunday kitchen in the names of cloves,
Hurriedly, I start shopping books for him,
Scanning from aisle to aisle,
From fiction to commerce,
Economics to biographies,
Less than five minutes my trolley is full,
With the whole Landmark staring through my skull,
I walked wearily towards the cash counter,
There, then I saw him,
With another trolley full of craft materials and a greeting card,
Sheepishly grinning at me and glancing me with intense love,
He pulled me towards him and paid the counter,
And that was the umpteenth time I fell in love with him again.
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