He was born in a land far away. They worked there. They decided to celebrate his first birthday in their home country. His relatives said the boy looks like him. Her relatives said the boy looks just like her. The couple smiled, looking at each other. Little did the relatives know, the boy was adopted.
‘Happy Birthday’, I wished, hoping I was doing the right thing.
Even if I wasn’t, I wasn’t corrected. Relaxing in the assumed right air, I waited wondering what to type on the hovering window of the messenger.
I didn’t want to make wishes that I knew would remain wishes. Not this time. Not ever again.
Choosing words carefully, I made an almost reverential wish. One about dreams, hopes, fears and finding love.
‘Thank you’, blinked on my screen.
‘What gift would you want?’. I typed ritualistically.
‘Get ready. Dinner and a drive. ‘
I took out the pen from my mouth. I had to purse up my lips and that isn’t best done with the lean finger of the pen held horizontally between clenched teeth.
‘Ok. I’ll wear the kurta and churi from the shop we liked.’ Favorite, I think. Girls in western wear was never a favorite.
‘Great. See you in an hour.’
I hear the vanishing sound when a person leaves.
Opening my cupboard, I looked for the black and blue kurta I had in mind. Inside it was placed a blue shawl. Taking it out carefully, I put it away for another day.
I do not know how many kilometers it is from here to there, but I do know that it cannot be covered in an hour.
I hope you had a good dinner. I hope she wore an elegant dress of your choice.
Happy birthday again.
Sunshine, flowers, butterflies and birds;
Darkness, candles, soft and special words;
From see to sense to touch to feel;
A sense of belonging, every lover’s dream.
Happiness in conversation, comfort in silence,
Solace in togetherness, a divine confluence;
Maybe a kiss or a hug or simply a fleeting look;
Each time, the emotion, privately understood.
How can someone rely on someone else for their own happiness? Waiting and longing for his arrival. His smile made her happy and his words made all the difference. Finally, the door bell rang. The wait was over at last! She opened the door to see his smile and hear the words she was dying to hear, “Miss, your double cheese burst pizza” enjoyyy!
P.S- Inspired by a conversation with another M:) who loves pizza!
She was six. But her best buddy was closer to thirty. They chatted, played and bonded like they belonged together. Akin to a mother and daughter. Except they were not. She fondly called her MM. People would ask what about when MM gets married? Phat came the reply, “I’ll marry her son and go live with her!”
P.S- This is inspired by a conversation I had with my niece!
Saturday Night. Old friends.Conversations.Bitching. TV. Music.Food. Cocktails and Mocktails. Wine and Beer. Hot and Cold.Love.Longing. Security.Happiness.Good time.Memories.
Saturday Night.Party time. Friends. Friends of friends.Old friends. New Friends. Networking.Food.Spirit. High.Low. Pleasure.Panic.Love.Hate.Pride.Insecurity.Mind games.Conversations.Misunderstandings.
It is funny that when I am trying to recall the stranger than fiction moments of life, I cannot think of anything happy. Is it because we take our blessing for granted and fail to see the magic in it ? Why is it that life’s drama is most visible in fights and deaths…in struggle and defeats and not the other way round . Many of us will remember the TV images of twin towers burning or the attack in Mumbai but would not remember the face of a person who fought death for 6 days while being trapped inside a mine!