Poo-Pushpam

“Three bouquets please.”
Behind me, I could feel it.
Nudge nudge. Giggle giggle.
Two high-school girls now had their topic of the day to laugh about.
Over-the-hill guy shopping alone for three flower-bouquets.
I laughed silently in my head.
It’s Vidhya’s turn to buy the flowers for our next festival.
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i also promise, this will be my last 55… for now!