It was a Sunday.
Those days when church was never to be missed.
It was the coldest bath ever.
Shivering he gets on the Bus.
The flower shop had the 23 preordered Red Roses waiting for me, arranged beautifully in a vase.
Carefully held the roses and called an auto, summoning all his guts... set meter to the place.
His heart clocked beats like Usain Bolt on a final 100m dash.
He pulls out the beautiful greeting card and a letter... 23 lines for every year.
Signed, Sealed.. and yet to delivered.
From the car park... looking up to the top most floor.
The the call is made, the phone never rang this slow.
She picks up... there is a half sleepy voice at the other end.
'Can you come down... I'm at the car park.'
Trying hard not to scream and wake her friends she makes way through the house and opens the door, phone in hand and looks down... he's not joking... he is at the car park.
Lift door opens... beep beep beep... Lift Door Closes.
Must have been the slowest lift in the whole world.
Beep beep beep... Lift Opens... Lift Closes.
'Happy Bday Mollae'
