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Kanishkahimself, Bhubaneswar (2026)

14/04/2020

Before you move on, if time permits...

Moving to a new place, Huh! Oh! Lucky fellow. You will finally get respite from that everyday s**t. No more getting bored looking at the same old faces every day. For at least for some days, you’ll see some new faces. Until they too become old. Ha!

Although, that’s nothing new. It seems just like the old wine in a new bottle. Sometimes, when we plan for everything in life, nothing seems to pan out. But, many a times, when we plan for nothing we are pleasantly surprised by the things we get.

The stunning game of life and us, mere pawns!

If you allow me to speak, I’ll just go on and on. I’ll keep on talking till the next morning. I’ll not let you go. I don’t want you to go. But, life doesn’t wait buddy! For no one. It takes its course.

As the great Raj Kapoor once said, “…the show must go on”.

When we go out to do a new task, before an exam, before moving to a new place, on all such occasions our mother gives us a little curd before we start. We sometimes get irritated about it. “Why are you doing this?” We ask. But, until she does that ritual, which she does genuinely, irrespective of what the world perceives of her, we don’t bulge. As if something is not right. It’s not that curd but, her unconditional love which puts all bad things away, thrashes all the obstacles, puts everything into perspective.

What also keeps us going, is father’s blessings. That silent gaze from those old eyes. Powerful. Whenever we are trying to look ahead and the road looks dark, they work their charm and puts a tiny point of light in our eyes. We are able to see the next step, nothing else may be visible apart from that. But, we know it is his vision that helped us to move to the first step and then to the next and to the next and so on.

We sometimes tend to forget that each and everything happens in its own way. We lose patience. But, it is his wisdom that makes us aware of who we are and then we move along our paths; even though slowly but, nevertheless forward.

May we finally reach our desired destination someday.

Let’s not forget, at this juncture, our friends and well-wishers, who were with us all this time. Throughout our thick and thin. In happiness and sad moments. They supported us every day. No matter we failed or excelled. They have done it from the beginning when we were nothing and will continue to do so until then, when we’ll be nothing.

Thanking these fellas would be an honest remembrance of their love and help for us. We love you. We may say it up front but, we do.

Moving ahead in life has its pros, we should enjoy and celebrate them. Remember them at the time of need. They are the only positives at the time of atrocities. However, unwanted though sometimes we face difficulties, the cons which try to bind us down. They ask us to dwell in them and not think of anything new. They tend to outwit us, kill us.

This is when the “DIVINE” inside, steps in and takes control.

Maybe by changing the conditions, by taking some strong steps, maybe changing the rules of the game forever. And, we reach at our newest destination. May be much more than that.

This is no magic. It’s the self-will to go on. No matter what!

I come to know, the fact of the matter which is, saying everything is so easy but, doing it is actually difficult. Maybe there are many easy ways which lead us on our path and may take us to our destination but, it’s the difficult ones if taken, are the most enjoyable and inspirational of all.

All of us want to reach somewhere higher yes, but we also do not want the path to be dull and boring. After all in inspiring ourselves and some others on our way, we define a life which is not only ours to enjoy and lead. But, is exemplary and inspirational to some. Especially, who look up to us!

It is in their happiness and health, we find our peace.

These fingertips are not willing to but, I’ll have to stop now. The moment MS word seems open, they start their cruelty. Well, that’s a new enthusiasm. It’ll take some time to die down. Let me control them now by fooling them to unleash their brutality some other day.

Although, there is not much which can be felt proud of but, let me not kill the habit of scribbling something or the other here and there. I’ll not let it go away like all the other good things. Let’s see where it takes me.

And for you, I have this. Good thoughts in the tiny mind and best wishes on these dry lips. With everlasting hope in these deep eyes and untraceable belief in that pounding heart, I wish you good health, more lovely friends, little of HIS blessings (little because you don’t want more. Little referred to the final ten minutes you need hang on to, to accomplish anything). Just, be brave and sweet and funny. As u always were!

You are very capable in yourself. Thank you for all that you are.

“When I feel low, I rest. When I feel high, I do my best.”

28/04/2019

A CUP OF COFFEE

Way back in 2009, I was having coffee with one of my friends in this well-known café in Venice, Italy. We were silently enjoying our drink and a bit of chit-chat until we noticed something strange.

A man in his early thirties entered the café and made himself sit just next to us. He smiled at us even though he neither knew me nor my friend. We were like, who is this guy. But, with a genuine response to his fine gesture we also smiled back and said hi. He replied with a hello and gently called for the waiter.

As this was not enough for us, he surprised us with his order. Which appeared very normal for the waiter.

“Two cups of coffee. One for me; the other one, on the wall.” he said. It seemed too strange for us. Unable to hide his curiosity my friend asked, “What does the coffee on the wall mean?” I had no idea either.

The waiter seemed all at ease. He thanked this man in the most polite manner possible and proceeded with the order. By now we had stopped in-between our drink and focused on the happenings.

In exactly five minutes, the waiter came back with the order. He placed a big mug of hot creamy coffee in front of the gentleman. He placed the bill next to it. Filter coffee; Quantity – 2. And, he smiled.

Then, he proceeded towards the large purple-colored wall exactly in front of the entrance. Took out a pen and a sticky notepad from his pocket and scribbled on it. ‘A cup of coffee’ – he wrote. He pasted the sticky note over the wall and went away.

The gentleman quietly enjoyed his cup of coffee, paid the bill for two coffees and left. Both of us were still wondering at what we saw. We too completed our drink and left.

After some days, we happened to visit this very café again. Coincidentally, that sticky note was still present there on the wall. Added to that, were two other sticky notes, present. On each of the notes, clearly written were the words, ‘A cup of coffee’.

We ordered two cups of coffee. While we were enjoying, a man entered the café. An old man with long hair and beard. He was poorly dressed. He comfortably sat at one of the corner tables and looked at the big purple wall. Then he called for the waiter.

“One cup of coffee, from the wall” he said. The waiter took his order with a smile. The same passionate smile he always gave to his customers.

Five minutes later, he returned with a cup of coffee and served it to the old man. With the same dignity he served every other person at his cafe. But, we noticed, he did not give him any bill. The old man, peacefully had his coffee and left happily. We were amazed to see this.

After he left, the waiter went over to the wall, removed one of the notes and threw it in the dustbin.

Now, it was no surprise for us. The matter was pretty clear. “Oh! Such a beautiful thought.” said my friend.

The poor old man did not have to lower his dignity; nor did he have to ask for a free cup of coffee; nor did he sit in some filthy corner and drink it. He also did not have to know who paid for his cup of coffee.

He just had to mention his order from the wall. Without any regret. He enjoyed it fully and left.

Pondering over all of this, we felt so good about this place. Probably, this one was one of the best acts of compassion we would ever see. Probably, the wall in this story is the most beautiful wall in this country.

Needless to say, after both of us completed our coffee, we paid for four cups in all and we were very happy to see the waiter put up two more sticky notes on the large purple wall.

Each one with the text, ‘A cup of coffee.’

17/03/2019

THE WOMAN IN YELLOW DRESS

“It’s eight. Get up, get ready.” my dad said, “Today, you have a mission to accomplish.” On a usual Sunday morning, I would simply ignore his call and would sleep again. But, not today. The words ‘mission’ and ‘accomplish’ had caught my attention. I got up at once.

It took me less than 15 minutes to get ready and join dad at the breakfast table. He had prepared toasts and milk. After mom was gone (GOD took her), he was the one who looked after me. I had seen his struggles as a single dad, taking care of a six year old. We ate silently.

Now, I have grown into a naughty 12 year old but, with dad around, there always is that honesty, which pushes me to focus. Each time, dad says those magic words. I’m on my toes. Literally.

Dad is a detective by profession. I’m his associate (or assistant, you could say). Watching him all these years at work, had transformed me into a mini-detective of sorts. Or, at least a keen observer. One, who watches people, things. Very closely. Silently. And, dad knew I was getting good at it.

After we were done, we cleaned up and went into his chamber. He picked up some papers, his half leather gloves, a hat and stick. He asked me to follow him without any questions.

I did as per his orders. But, soon enough, I got confused. We crossed across the Ring Road Square and had started walking towards Christchurch Main. “Where are we going dad?” I finally said.

He put his strides faster, without answering me and I had to catch up with him. We then crossed the subway and started walking on the B.G. Hall Road. This was a new route for me. I hadn’t been here before.

I was wondering at the beautiful landscape and the tall sky-scrappers when dad spoke. “Wait, here.” We were standing at the road corner in-front of a huge but, old building. Julia: A Women’s Hostel, I read the name. My confusion increased. “Keep a close look on those gates” he said to me.

Unable to understand anything, I did as he said. Soon, I saw someone coming. I could see a woman dressed in yellow appear at the gate. Before I could tell dad about it, he poked me from behind and said, “Follow her. Silently. Discreetly. And, the moment you lose her, call me on my cell.” And, he vanished.

The lady had already started to walk towards King’s Cross Station on the other side of the road. I followed her in stealth mode. She entered the station and got into the first train. I had to follow her into it.

She should be in the late twenties, I thought. Or maybe, early thirties. She wore matching heels and looked beautiful in her bright yellow flowing knee-length dress.

She sat in the ladies coach. Since, I’m just 12, I don’t have a problem travelling in the ladies coach. I watched her while she was looking out of the window. She couldn’t see me as I was in the far corner. I could see she was smiling. At times, she looked at her watch. And, smiled again.

We got down at Kimberley Station and started walking again. I kept a good 10 meter distance between both of us, to avoid suspicion. When she turned, I would pretend looking at other persons and things. As soon as she would walk, I would again shadow her.

Soon she went inside the nearby café. I followed her into it. There she ordered an Oz Choco-cola with fries. Incidentally, Oz Choco-Cola is my favorite drink. And, I ordered one too. Along with the respite from the heat, it worked as a cover for me inside the café.

She paid her bill while I was still enjoying my drink. I had to finish it up soon, as I saw her move out. I paid up and literally ran out of the café. But, she was nowhere to be seen. I thought, I lost her.

I started to look here and there. But, could find her. I thought to myself, should I call up dad and let him know. I had lost the lady. I brought out my cell from my pocket.

The moment I dialed his number, my eyes caught her. She had crossed the busy Wilmington Road and was swiftly moving towards Fun Cinemas. I cut the call and ran up.

She stood at the booking counter. I thought, what if she bought a ticket for an adult movie? I couldn’t follow her inside. I’m just 12. Luckily, she booked a ticket for the new animated movie, Aladdin and Ginny. I was overjoyed. I booked my ticket too and went inside. I fully enjoyed the movie.

As we were moving out of the theatre, I saw her smiling. Although, I was strictly shadowing her 10 meters apart, I had garnered a liking for this lady in yellow dress. She liked the same food as I liked. She liked the same movie as I liked. There was some kind of a link between us, I thought.

Lost in my thoughts, I had almost stood in the middle of the road. A car horn made me come back to senses. I started to follow her judiciously again. This time I was sure to know where she was headed.

But, alas. She went inside a ladies beauty parlor. Oh! It couldn’t have been worse for me. I just couldn’t go inside a ladies parlor. Of all the places in this city, she was headed just here. I felt dejected at myself and thought of calling dad. I had finally lost the woman in yellow dress.

“Hello! Where are you?” dad said from the other side. “At the Worthington Square near Fun Cinemas.” I told him. “Fine, come back. Come down to the Khan’s Restaurant.” Dad said. I was surprised at his reply. After all I was shadowing this woman since morning and he called me back.

“Dad, she’s gone inside the beauty parlor.” I said. “Shouldn’t I wait, till she comes out?” Dad said again, “I’m waiting for you son. Come soon.” “Do you want me to abort the mission?” I said him firmly. “Yes, Abort! And, come here at once.” He said and cut the call.

Khan’s was a busy family restaurant in the heart of the city. A five minutes’ walk form the place where I was. I started towards Khan’s. Although busy, it was one of my favorite places. Dad and me would often come and have lunches together at Khan’s.

I entered inside. Unlike other days, where dad would choose a quiet corner table with two seats for us, for a peaceful lunch, today he chose the big table of four in the middle. A ‘reserved’ tag was on the table. I was confused at what was happening. Dad faced the main door while he sat. I took my seat right beside him.

I frowned over my failed mission, as dad cheered me up. “How was your day?” he said. I just kept quiet and drank some water. “Ok, take the menu and order whatever you want.” he said.

I took the menu card and buried my face inside it. Just to keep away from him. In some time, I kept the menu down, I saw dad smiling at me. It again made me feel uncomfortable. I was going nuts.

“But, dad…” as I started to say, he cut across and said, “Just a minute. You’ll get all your answers today.” And he checked his watch. He smiled again and looked at the entrance.

To my shock, I saw the beautiful lady in yellow dress standing at the door. She looked directly at us. I had frozen by this time. I tried to hide myself behind dad when I saw her coming right at us. She was smiling as always. I thought the earth should open itself and swallow me. I was terrified.

When she came up to our table, dad stood up and said, “Hello Priya!” I was stunned. My eyes wide open. A surprised me, gasped for breath. What was dad up to? I thought to myself. Why did he ask me to follow this woman in yellow dress all throughout the city this morning and now he says this?

“How are you doing?” said the lady to my dad. Dad said, “Oh! We are just fine. By the way meet my son.” He said, pointing at me. “Have you ever met him?” dad said again. “No, I don’t think so.” At this point I was scared out of hell. “Are you sure Priya, you never have seen this kid?” He asked again.

I thought of running away from that place at once. “No. Never met him. I never forget a face. But, he is a cute boy.” she said. I breathed heavily.

Dad winked at me in appreciation. That kind of soothed me a bit.

But, who is this mysterious woman in yellow dress? – This question banged inside my head.

Unable to keep my confusion I asked dad with a straight face, “Who is this aunty?”

Dad briefly stopped and looked at her. He looked at me and smiled. And, continued eating.

The lovely woman in bright yellow dress looked lovingly at me. I liked her since morning. She saw straight into me. Her eyes were deep. She smiled and caressed my hair.

She finally said, “Don’t call me aunty. I’m going to be your new mother.”

She hugged me.

06/05/2018

The Religious People

Finally, I'm back. After almost two months. But, it feels good to scribble something. Although, I don't have a burning topic but, putting down something for you to read and enjoy, I can try. And, there you go.

Once there was a sweet couple madly in love. The girl in her early twenties and the guy in his late. Both of them always cared for each other. Although, they were from traditional families and had their own values, ethics they also did have their own set of fantasies. They wanted more from out of their love. I mean, they really wanted to take it to the next level.

So, one day the girl invited her boyfriend for dinner to her house. The boy was scared at once to go to her house and meet her parents. What would he tell them? How would they face all those questions? All kinds of stuff started to go around in his mind. He was anxious as well as worried about all of it.

He called his girlfriend and asked her to meet. When she came he said no to her. He gave all kinds of explanations. "I can't manage to meet your parents. I can't face them. At least not now." The girl understood his problem. Her parents never knew him. Not even as friends. But, she also had this thought, to introduce him to them tonight. And, now both of them were worried.

She tried to convince him that there is absolutely nothing to worry. "My parents are not that traditional in their thinking. They will not kill you for dating their girl. And, I'll be there to take care of things." But, the boy wouldn't bulge. Not at all.

Finally, when she was not able to persuade him, she used her last but, lethal weapon. She said, "If you will come to dinner tonight, I'll prepare your favorite desert. On the top of it all, after dinner we will take it to the next level. For the first time we will make love together. I promise."
The guy was not interested in what she said for the most part of her conversation. But, the moment she finished, his eyes lit up. And, he immediately said, "I'm in." The girl smiled to it but, kicked him too.

Now, the girl went home and he started planning for the dinner. He bought some good clothes and a nice perfume. A good pair of shoes and he got a nice haircut too. He was all set for the dinner tonight.

Suddenly, he thought to himself and remembered that he had forgotten the most important thing. Since, it was a late night thing and special treat was in, he was excited but, he did not want to take any chances. So, he went into the nearby pharmacy store to buy some condoms (protection).

There stood a man in his early fifties and asked the boy what he wanted. Now, he felt shy and could say only this much. "Uncle, I actually wanted a packet of...uh!” I mean, he was doing it for the first time. How could you expect him to be very comfortable? But, the pharmacist understood the boy's problem and helped in. He helped him with the best of brands.

He asked him if he wanted a daily one, a small or a family pack. The boy was not sure of it and he chose the family pack. The pharmacist was also very helpful in telling the boy what to do and what not to do. As it was his first time, he told all the nitty-gritty of everything. The boy nodded to everything like an obedient student. And, thanked him for his help and kind advice. He left the shop with a smile.

He checked his watch. It said 07:30 PM. And, he stated from his house. With all the articles in place. It was all set. He bought a nice flower bouquet on the way to her home and also got a nice personalized card for her. He reached her place at 08:00 PM and knocked. The girl opened the door and led him inside.

He asked her about her parents. She said that they were doing puja and are going to join them in sometime. The boy exclaimed, “Your parents are pretty religious people.” And, the girl nodded. Both of them were felling excited. Albeit, due to different reasons. She was really excited to introduce him to her parents as her boyfriend. He, was excited way too far for, you know exactly what.

It was time for dinner and her mother prepared the table. They sat on adjacent seats. And, then his father joined too. The girl proudly introduced him to her parents. He gave the bouquet and bowed down to touch their feet. He felt very shy. Then he sat down. Food was served and they all started to pray. As I said they were very religious. The boy too joined in and started to pray.

Hands folded. Eyes closed. Deeply in prayer murmuring something. One minute went by. The boy's head was down. Five minutes were gone. He was still praying. The girl waited for him all this while. After a good fifteen minutes of waiting she had to talk to him.

She quietly said, "I never knew that you were so religious." To this the boy looked up, coldly into her eyes. He was freezing in the warm evening. And, he could hardly manage a reply. He somehow uttered these words. "I never knew that your father was a pharmacist."

HA! HA! HA!

The above plot was actually taken from some other story I read on some platform. And, I tried to add little bits from my side too. Hope you did not get bored to death.

“It always feels good to eat, to consume, to read some good stories. But, it feels absolutely awesome when we create, produce and write a piece. I absolutely love it.”

- Anonymous

18/03/2018

his first birthday

In the living room, having the big sofa all to himself, he continued with watching television. His favorite soaps were on. Absolutely nobody could ever have the audacity to disturb him during his TV time because he won’t give you the chance. “Now, is my TV time and you needn’t disturb me” retorted he.

“Oh! Do whatever you like” was my unsatisfied reply to that. And, I went into my bedroom. To catch some sleep. The TV volume was disturbing my peace of mind, so I had to close the door behind me.

Mother who was taking rest in her bedroom while these things happened was not amused by my behavior. She called me to her room. And, fittingly gave me an earful.

Mothers very well know what, how and exactly when to do it, in order to keep things in the balance.

I sheepishly looked at the clock. 11:45 PM it showed. My faint sleep disappeared in a second. Something struck me. Yes! Today, was the first of March and the second of it was approaching soon. It would be here in 15 minutes. Precisely. Yes!

The second of March! What’s it about? Prior to some days back, I never wondered about it ever in the whole of my life. I need not to do it. Some random day on the calendar. It will come, things will happen and it will go. It will make way for some other day. And, the process goes on. Why is it so hyped, then?

Nope. That day was different. For the whole world it may be just another day. But, for the people who have their birthdays on that day, it is a special one. The second of March. So, got your reason. Now focus.

I crawled to my mother’s room silently. Told her my master plan and asked her to join me. Although, she was a bit hesitant in the beginning, I literally pulled her out of the bed.

We entered the living room. The lights were off. It was pitch dark. Only the flickering light from the TV was lighting his face. He was fast asleep on the sofa itself. And was unaware of our presence.

I switched off the TV, Mother switched on the lights in the same instant. Both of us made a deafening noise simultaneously and started to sing, “…happy birthday to you! …happy birthday to you! …happy birthday dearest BABA! …happy birthday to you!” followed by loud claps and hearty giggles.

Unable to comprehend what had just happened, father was terrified at the abrupt celebration. And the surprised look on his face was the proof. He was pleasantly sleeping on his sofa, like the great King Robert seated on his iron throne but, in no time he was literally clinging on to one side of it.

He stabilized himself in some time and asked the obvious question, “How did you guys know?” I smiled at him from the side. “Oh! We just knew” mother and I spoke in unison.

And in no time the some random day had converted into the birthday of my beloved father.

Although, he laughed with us, I could notice a hint of a distress from the side of his face. I am not sure if mother noticed it or not. He wore glasses anyway, she may not have noticed. But, I’m too sharp about these things. You cannot fox me man.

I gave him a bear hug. Yes, it was necessary. To calm everything down.

Few months ago, I was speaking with him over telephone. He seemed fine. We had a good chat over the everyday happenings. We also had some idealistic discussions. Both of us are very good at that.

Out of nowhere, I started asking him about those times, when he still was a child. And, somehow he became candid and opened up about how he was in his childhood days.

How he would have friends who were smaller in age than him. How he enjoyed the big brother status at home. How happy he was in those days. He actually said, he enjoyed being himself at that point in time.

I was all ears. But, my next question was a serious contender of some kind of an award. It went like, “Father, were there no bad / sad memories then?”

And, after that silence, is what followed for some time.

***Spoiler Alert*** what a ruthless question!

I should be given 500 out of 100 to spoil the mood of a man who is merrily speaking of his childhood days.

We all know how our childhood went. How awesome it was. So was his too. And, I just killed it.

Nevertheless, he calmed himself soon and started speaking. I was overwhelmed, at his words.

He said, “Although I’m the eldest of all the siblings in the family, and everybody respects me for that but, there are many things that I missed. I always felt that I was suited enough for a sense of responsibility. I looked at all of them and was truly happy about life. But, there was this part of me which resented at times. Not at all times but, some of the times.”

He added with a smile, “People would take me for granted and expect the unexpected out of me. I was in charge of fulfilling their needs, happiness, tantrums etc. all the time. I couldn’t expect anything in return. But, then I don’t regret these things of the past.”

I was feeling curious by now and asked him the reason of his resent.
He promptly replied, “Every time if there would be anyone of the kids’ birthdays, I would be the first person to wish him / her, make all the preparations for celebration, take him / her to the temple, bring chocolates for them. Take him / her to the market for shopping. I loved it.”

“But, to my shock, nobody in the family did ever remember when my birthday was. It was disheartening.”

“I don’t ever know if people did not really remember it or they felt like what they could possibly do for an elder brother who is like a father figure to all of them. Nobody did wish me. I never have seen my birthday, my happiness, ever made a note of in this house.”

Enough said. I really felt for him. It would have hurt him badly. Keeping silent was all that I could do.

And that was it. It was enough for Sherlock “myself” Holmes to understand the scenario first hand and then devise the next plan of action. Something was about to change. Things were planned.

And, here today both I and Mother, executed our plan to somewhat moderate success.

Moderate because the celebration was far from over. Although, he thought that we are done, I had some evil plans in store. Even mother was unaware of it. No one but, me. The master planner.

On the evening, I came late from office. Deliberately. At around 08:30 PM. After a long day at work, I looked tired. Father sat there, in the living room sipping tea and looked into the newspaper. He noticed me and asked what happened. He seemed unaware of anything and I liked it.

I pulled the tea poi to the center of the room and kept the Chocó-Vanilla cake on the top of it. Brown colored cake with a happy birthday message. ‘BABA’ was scribbled on it in blue cream.

Father instantly knew that I was acting to be tired till now and he started to smile. He said, “I sensed that you are up to something. You crazy man.”

“Am I a two year old that you have brought me a cake?”

I said, “Oh! You just come over here. You don’t have to become a kid to celebrate your birthday.” Mother also came to the living room, to be part of the cake cutting. It was a pleasant surprise for her too.

I handed him the knife and started to sing the birthday song again. But, halfway through, I had to stop. Because father did not cut the cake. “What happened now?” I wondered. But, something was missing.

He asked me to call all the little kids in the colony so that they can also enjoy the party. How sweet of him. I went out and called all the 13 kids that lived there. I had no idea there was such a whooping number of kids in the neighborhood. But, father knew and that is what he was doing.

He called the smallest kid in the lot, Tiku who is barely 3 years and put him on his lap. Holding his tiny hands he cut the cake. Everyone on the top of their voices was singing the happy birthday song for him. He cut it into many pieces and distributed all of it to the kids.

To himself he licked his fingers. My GOD he was beaming with happiness. Well, after so many days, I was seeing him laugh like that. Enthusiastically. Like a child. And, I felt proud.

I never asked the Almighty ever to give me anything. HE still gave me too much for the day. Thank you.

The fun continued. And, after it ended, everybody went home smiling with his / her piece of cake.

But, the story didn’t end here my friends. When everybody was gone, I was still there. Father was still smiling with happiness and I thought it was the right time to crash his laughter.

I took out the keys of his brand new Hero Maestro scooter from my pocket and placed them on his palm.

“A birthday is far from over, until we have given the birthday present” said I.

Oh! My GOD! You should have taken a look at his face then. It was like lightning and thunderbolt striking at the same time. He was in a sense of shock and could barely speak anything. His swallowed everything minimum 2-3 times. And, made an awed gesture. He was taken aback by a pleasant surprise.
He couldn’t keep it any longer and went inside. Mother said, he went into the bathroom. It took a good 15 minutes for him to show up. He only came after he was normal. Too eager to do it, I finally showed him his new vehicle. We also took a ride together. And, funnily chatted along till late in the night.

Many days have passed since his birthday. He rides his scooter every day. He is happy. And, so am I.

Although, he never brought up this topic ever again in our discussion but, I still came to know about how he proudly told his friends and colleagues about how his son had celebrated his birthday and what gift he had given him. I didn’t need him to do that. But, I knew he felt so good about it.

We were happy. And, deep down inside, we both knew that we shared the deepest bond. That, of a father and his son. A simple, delicate and trustworthy relationship. We knew we were best friends. Forever.

And, that was how we celebrated his birthday. On some random date in March. And, made him smile.

And, more so, he won’t be resentful anymore. He will be grateful to his wife and kids for how they crashed his “first” birthday and gave him a lifetime worth of memories.

“In search of the Almighty, unaware, he roamed around from temple to mosque, church to gurudwara. But, couldn’t find HIM. Tired to the core and displeased from within, he returned to his parents.

Soon after that he realized, GOD in a tangible form resided in them.”

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