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could, with the rain teaming on the
steamy windows we gloriously soaked in the warmth of our love.
    He
adoringly pronounced,
    “Julie … (‘Ju-LEE’ – each time he said my name that way it
was like music to my ears)…you are so beautiful.” I didn’t believe him but went
along with it, relishing in the fact someone thought that way about me.
    Kishore
reached for my hair and lightly wrapped his finger around one of my curls,
“Your red hair is like little soft, tiny balls of fire.”
    Softly
touching my face he murmured, “Your freckles are like tiny kisses from the
sun.”
    Gently
pinching my cheeks he whispered, “Your cheeks are like little red tomatoes.”
    His
fingers moved to my mouth and as he tenderly touched my lips he said, “Julie,
your lips are like pink rose petals.”
    Finally
he took my hand and kissed my palm softly, holding it to his face he declared,
    “Your
skin is as soft as...is as soft as...three ply toilet tissue!”
      Snatching my hand back I hit him on the arm
exclaiming “Kishore!”
    “Okay,
okay, sorry” he laughed, rubbing his arm, “Your skin is as soft as cotton
wool.”
    He
then stared deep into my eyes, he leant closer and softly touched his lips with
mine, our first real kiss, he pulled me closer. I held
him tighter, both of us lost for an instant in each other’s embrace, our souls
drowning in the passion of the moment.

 
 
    As
I became happier I outwardly began to change. I was much more confident about
myself - in fact I positively radiated and found myself walking taller. I had
finally met someone who liked me for who I was including my fiery red hair,
sun-kissed freckles, tomato red cheeks, rose petal
lips and skin that is as soft as cotton wool or, apparently three ply toilet
tissue.

 
    Kishore
had long since declared his love for me. He told me so over and over again. He
taught me in Hindi the one sentence he wanted to hear from my lips, “Mai tumse
pyiar karti hun” (I love you). I knew I loved him, long before our first kiss I
knew but I had never actually said it. In fact, I was pretty sure I loved him
from the moment I looked up that day in the lunchroom and saw him hovering over
me holding out the pink carnation with a big silly
grin on his face.
    I
didn’t want to proclaim my love until I was absolutely one hundred percent
sure, so when I knew, when I was one hundred and one percent sure, I decided to make the
declaration a special occasion.
    Like
most girls I kept notes of important events in my diary. On the fifth month
anniversary of our first date, a Tuesday, I secretly bought a happy wedding anniversary card.
Carefully crossing out the word wedding I replaced it with the words five month .
    With
Kishore having no idea of the occasion, that evening we went to his favourite
place to eat McDonald’s . Hindus don’t
eat beef but he loved fries and chicken burgers. He didn’t even mind that today he would
eat vegetarian as the Hindu worship he chose to follow meant he couldn’t eat
meat or egg s on Tuesday’s and Saturday’s.                                                                                                           
    As
we approached the counter Kishore asked for fries and a hamburger with just
salad, no meat (there was no varied choice of menu in the late 80’s). We were
given our meals and looked around for a table, the restaurant was busy for a
Tuesday but eventually we found a semi-secluded booth near the children’s
playground and sat down.
    Regardless
of us being in a public place, we felt anonymity was the best way to be alone.
Nobody here knew us so we could have privacy in our own company, despite a lot
of people being around.
    Before
starting our meals I pulled the card from my handbag and presented it to
Kishore. He was a bit surprised, wondering what and why we were celebrating.
    As
he read, his expression took