It was the most chilliest winter in the sleepy town of Kasol. He dressed up for the occasion. Three layers of clothing and his favorite muffler to keep him warm. Even the afternoon was foggy and dark. He was walking faster than he usually did.
The small cafe was buzzing with people. He could smell Rum and coffee and freshly baked hot bread. He chose a small table in the corner. Ordered a coffee and a small rum-and-raisin cake. He looked around and then slowly pulled a small candle from his breast pocket..lit it and placed it on the cake.
He cried a little..wiped off his face with the muffler and blew the candle. It was her 24th birthday. He took out his mobile phone..looked at her picture and said "happy birthday baby".