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Her B'day

It was after that wonderful Alibaug trip that we went to celebrate her birthday in Mumbai, right after office hours. Went to KFC and ordered some buckets and a veg snacker or something. Clicked a few pics here and there and got out. For some reason her mood was really off.
Pandey went to buy a couple of clothes. I hoped to cheer her up by gifting something myself( a gift from my mom just did not cut the cake). I went in and was completely confused. All kinds of clothes, women's garments were for sale, clothes about which I knew nothing, understood nothing and do nothing. I could only make out the price tags and the color. Well not even the color entirely. Anyway finally I found a sweet pink suit. A shop attendant really helped me a lot. She looked and behaved very sweetly. I bought it and quietly took the gift and kept it right in front of her. She hesitated in the beginning but ultimately gave in. I could not make out much of an expression from her face then. In fact she remained quite expressionless through out the rest of the day, but late night she texted saying she felt wonderful after getting the gift. Anyway we returned by the Mumbai local.
I was insisting a lot saying that I should accompany her to Kalyan. But she would not let me. I took my 'daughter' back to the auto stand, boarded an auto and reached home.
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