The Memory of Love, Part 1

This is how I made it count: I finished my harrowing scheduled shift at 3 o'clock and headed straight home to give myself some shringaar. I knew the day will come when I would meet her. I had bought an assortment of personal care products. First on my list was Denim perfume (my favourite, but they don't make that perfume anymore) and I reckoned that it's perfectly okay to indulge a little now that I'm going on a date - an important event of my life no less.



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