It’s been 14 years since we got married. Since then, through shifting soil, moving goalposts, storms of ablative particulates and a deluge of fish entrails, Ain has been an excellent partner, wife and mother to our son. 14 is not a big number, but we thought we’d celebrate surviving this radioactive wasteland for another year. I love Ain so strongly that Hawking radiation is being emitted on the surface of the singularity of our sordid story. We went to a restaurant that we had been to several times which served delicious food. However, the food did not live up to its delectable precursors. But that, I suppose, is no excuse not to enjoy the night. [[image:anniversary-2014-01.jpg:Irfan and Ain:center:0]] [[image:anniversary-2014-02.jpg:Irfan’s chicken chop:center:0]] [[image:anniversary-2014-03.jpg:Irfan takes a photo:center:0]] Here’s hoping for a much better year next year. I’ve heard myself say this every year for the last 20 years. 20 years of saying […]