This day, that year., I surprised her with a cake and watched her eyes moisten in happiness behind the glisten of the candle as she made her wish.
For this day, that year., I travelled in an crowded unreserved compartment, sitting next to the toilet putting up with the stink, to see her smile the next day when i surprised her with a flower on the way to her college.
For this day, that year., I starved to fainting because i spent all the borrowed money in buying gifts and cards to send to her to make up for not being with her on the day.
This day, this year., I stand keeping my head high with all the pseudo male pride that I've got over it and still unable to explain why a tear just rolled down.
... Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind ...