For ever

I had the wedding anniversary card to buy for the uncle, who was living at the beginning of eastern hills, with their cavernous wombs of silences in lime and stone ,awaiting daily sun sets to the last.

The sales girls’ giggles would push before us wish cards folded in two, their floral sounds entering hearts in deft calligraphy’s long flowing strokes. No,these are not for sun-setting uncles but for golden springs of puppy love.

Girl’s laugh shines wet on mouse lips. Wishing them a happy anniversary,sir as in all these years ,together for ever.

Sunsets in the eastern hills are for ever.


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