HER birthday story

October 20, 2015

It was a usual afternoon in HER work desk. SHE was busy scribbling something on HER notepad; but HER mind was totally obsessed with that apple pudding waiting for HER in the refrigerator. Bhabhi made it and dropped a box while they went back to home town. SHE is a foodie and can’t resist HER thoughts over it. After a little while, SHE was stomping HER pencil on the table and humming some crazy tunes, receptionist reached HER with a smile & handed an envelope. She wished an Advanced Happy Birthday to HER. SHE gave back a glee and said a Thank You in mere voice. SHE tore the edge of envelope and took that large birthday card out. A wonderful one inscribed with some very beautiful quotes. In the end it’s written HER old room mate’s name. She left the room two months before after completing her course. She was one of the best caring girl she ever met. The best listener to her blah blah. SHE went through the card again and again and kept dialing in the girl’s number. SHE was expecting a wish from her in the midnight, but not something like this. After so many unanswered calls she picked up the phone.
“You Idiot.. Thank You!!”
That was the first sentence came out of HER mouth. After the call SHE felt the chaotic face of HER boss behind.
“What’s that all about?” He asked.
“It’s HER birthday tomorrow!” Someone beside her replied.
“Whoa!” He made a wondering voice.
I know you will forget.’ SHE thought in mind.
HER Boss got a heavy memory problem. Especially with dates and numerical.
Then on wards SHE was on that happy mode. Surprises! SHE hate that; SHE hate HER heart beating fast; SHE hate suspense. Birthdays are usual days for HER. Last time SHE was in Dubai, letting the day pass as a usual one. It was a normal day. But this time it’s already abnormal. Damn special.
SHE took an appointment for a walk with HER mate. It’s the only time SHE behaves normal now a days. On those short walks SHE regains herself.
Back in room SHE was thinking about HER 24 years of existence. Every bad memories came swirling and SHE choked that out again.

Right after the dinner while SHE was in another room, busy with some mehendi design business, HER room-mate came and grabbed HER hands. She whispered “Terrace door is open, Come let’s go and check out.”
“Now? But Who? It’s almost midnight.” SHE peeped through the hand rail gaps.
Yes. Its open. SHE followed her room-mate and swung opened the door.
Bash! Happy Birthday to you started ringing through HER ears. “Oh God! You guys!” SHE was like What? When? How? Here? So many unanswered quires and they just handed HER the knife. Only three of them. HER best inmates. SHE was missing the other bunch of girls. SHE knelt down near the cake.
A moment. Thank You Almighty. Thank You for everything good & bad till now. Thank You for every weaker and stronger moments. SHE blown the candles and cut the cake. HER eyes searched for the stars in the sky. The stars are blinking at HER. SHE blinked back. The rest of night they stayed up there in the terrace chatting, clicking and chatting. And yes it is 12.00 am. Completing another round the earth.

21 October 2015

SHE rolled under her blanket at almost 2.00 am in the morning after those unending calls and messages.
Morning was same in office until SHE opened the WordPress and found a post titled How_I_Met_Her from HER lady-love. It almost made HER in to the wedge of tears. SHE stumbled through words to thank HER. While SHE was reading it again and again, HER intercom rang.
“This is from reception, You got a gift here!”
“What? From who?”
“Donno, Told its your friend!”
SHE reached the front office in no time and took the golden wrapped box. No names.
“Who?”
The receptionist smiled.
“Is that a He or She?”
“He is waiting downstairs.”
SHE reached the elevator. It’s still downstairs. SHE took the steps and reached the lobby.
“YOU?”
It was him. HER bestie from college. He gave HER a high-five.
“Happy Birthday.”
“Oh Yeah.” SHE stood smiling with a whole surprised face, placing HER hand over head.
“Don’t surprise me like this. You know, I hate this.”
“But it’s your birthday. Now go & work.”
SHE was out of words. SHE took the wrapped box from reception and headed to HER work station. Pastries. SHE unwrapped the box. A red velvet and a caramel one.
Another ring on HER mobile. Another one from the same gang.
“Hey, Wassup?”
“Nothing.” SHE gave a cold reply.
“Then come downstairs.”
“What?”
“Come re.”
Here again HER other two people are standing right in front of HER smiling.
“Oh God! I asked you guys yesterday itself whether you are free or not. I hate surprises.”
“We can’t help it.”
SHE returned back with the smiles and welled up eyes. SHE had a happy lunch with colleagues and a big one with HER besties.
Back in HER seat and then again a brown envelope with EMS sticker. SHE checked for the sender. It showed HER brother’s name. How? He is abroad. SHE carefully tore the cover and took the paper out. It enclosed a photograph. HER favorite one ( Palm Jumeirah from sky) & an emotional letter from him. SHE dialed his number. *Emotional Talk*
A message popped up in HER Whatsapp from HER blogger friend. Check WP. SHE opened the blog from the favorites tab. Yet again a dedicated wish. The girl in the white scarf.
*Emotions*
SHE told to HERSELF. No more surprises Please..

While HER way back home SHE scrolled again through those wonderful birthday notes send by friends. Home welcomed HER with a Happy Birthday from everywhere. SHE was tired. That made HER ran to kitchen and gulped the dinner. Late night after making sure that SHE thanked everyone SHE crawled under her blanket.

27 October 2015

Intercom rings.
“Hey you got a courier.”
“But I didn’t order anything.”
“But this is for you.”
SHE turned towards her Boss. “Have you ordered anything online in my name.”
“No. Why?”
“Nothing.”
SHE reached the front office. Yeah its directly to HER. Clearly to HER only. In that 75+ employed office, it’s for HER. SHE took the pack and opened it. It was a book. The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch. SHE gave a pause and smiled. SHE know who is behind this anonymous courier. SHE ringed HER big brother. He is the one who only mentioned this book before. SHE yelled at him in a lovely voice. “You know, I hate surprises.”

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And this is my birthday story.. Tons and tons of thanks to everyone for that wonderful day.. Making it special.. Thank You Deepthi for the first surprise.. My roomies Akhi, Akhila, Soorya.. Thank You Manu, Remees, KP for turning up.. Rimitha for making it sweet.. Everyone for those wonderful birthday notes.. *Goosebumps*.. Thank You Santo for throwing up a treat to your workers on my Birthday.. That made my day.. Thank you for all the people who lend time to wish me through Facebook and Whatsapp.. Thank you for giving me the privilege to be the name of Whatsapp groups even for that day.. Thank You for the people who changed their status for me.. Thank You my lil bro Shabeer for that cute little pic.. I love you sweet heart.. Thank You my Aaashi for making me feel more and more blessed!! Thank You Sana & Neerja for the posts which decorated my WP that day.. I felt like m a celebrity.. Thank You my Nibin Chettan for that last but wonderful surprise..IMG-20151021-WA0012 Thank You Vichuzz for that wonderful speech you made in the morning (even after forgetting about my birthday.. 😛 )..
Thank You for the calls I got from 12 am that day to the end of the day.. Thank You for that international incoming.. ❤ You people know how much I miss you.. Thank you Santo, KP, Shinilkka, my lil bro Bishnu, my Zaf for writing those cute little birthday notes for me.. 🙂 I thought of sharing it.. But I think its my secret prized possession.. Thank You my Mom & Dad for reminding again that Birthdays are normal days.. Thank You my family (We are always family.. ❤ ) for unending support & care throughout my life till now.. And in the end..
Alhamdhulillah!! 🙂
Thank You Almighty!!
I feel SPECIAL.. :
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Make Your Own Story

So now, I’m on another challenge.

Neerja gave a kick start to this wonderful challenge. This is a make your own story challenge. Follow the link Make Your Own Story to know all about the start. With utmost curiosity I was looking forward to see the challenge swinging to Tejas and from there to my dearest Sri. And there it is, its my turn to give a try.

Neerja is a wonderful writer who always keeps experimenting. I really appreciate her for starting this cool challenge which turned ON my story-teller. She gave the baton to Tejas, a person who makes wonders in this wordpress. His Jack & Jill strips are really funny. He tied a wonderful knot to the story and gave the rest to Sreechandra. Sri.. She appears like once in a blue moon. But every time she brings up something magical. She swipes off my feet always. She is a superstar who carries life in every word she writes. She encourages me in every ways & that makes me write this with my whole dedication. Thank you so much Sri for nominating me for this challenge. Now its my turn to give a leap from where Sri stopped.

Rules of the challenge:

  1. You have to continue from where the nominator has left.
  2. You have to nominate only one person in this challenge.
  3. You have to write the story in next 24 hours.
  4. You have to write 100 words only.
  5. Provide the link of the earlier part of the story.
  6. You are free to end the story.
  7. And yes don’t forget to thank your nominator.
  8. Write your views about the nominee and nominator.

Story so Far…

Once upon a time their existed a wasteland in Patliputra. There lived a little boy named Aditya who was only child of Madhavi and Shankara. They used to love him a lot and wanted him to dream big and get out of this wasted land. But Aditya unlike his parents had some another dream. He wanted to improve and convert his wasteland into a dreamland where everybody wants to live. Aditya knew he had to convince his parents for this but he didn’t how will they react and whether they will approve this idea of his dreamland.

The clock struck two past midnight as a stream of snowy moonlight sneaked through the swinging-with-the-breeze curtains and scattered on Aditya’s bed. As the squeaking sparrow went back inside the ancestral wall clock after two tweets, Aditya sneaked out of his bed quietly.

He stuffed pillows under his blanket in a shape to disguise as himself. He tiptoed out to the backyard. He double checked on both sides for no one following him before going behind the banyan tree.

As planned, Shivansh was already waiting for him there. A nod from both of them assured, everything was on track. Aditya plucked out a wrinkled paper from his pocket and Shivansh’s eyes twinkled with a beaming smile.

With quivering fingers Aditya unfolded the paper. The near-yellow paper definitely looked old.

“Here”, Aditya smiled, “is the key to our dreams….If only we can get hold of this, we shall have enough resources to convert this wasteland into the land of our dreams”.

Shivansh’s eyes shone in genuine glee. He intently looked at the unfolded paper in front of his eyes. Within seconds his eye-brows stitched into each other transforming into puzzled curiosity.

“But this looks empty Adi. This is a blank paper.”

Aditya smiled. A hint of mischief waved past his face.

“Just wait and watch the magic”, Adi whispered.

He then held up the paper and placed it against the circular moon. The moonlight diffused through the ridges and furrows of the wrinkled paper lending a surreal look. Within seconds a faint map appeared on it.

Shivansh couldn’t believe his eyes. He had many questions but Aditya’s eyes were fixed on the map.

With intense seriousness he pointed to a lotus emblem right at the middle of the map.

“And here is our destination – Padmabharan – the lotus urn”.

And the story continues…..

“What is this? Who gave you this?” Shivansh’s face revealed all his zest.

Aditya is still carrying a calm face beaming at the map. Shivansh turned blue.

“Adi, this won’t make any trouble. Right?” His voice trembled slightly.

“Calm down Shiva. Don’t be over reactive as always.” Without taking eyes off the map, still held against the moon, Aditya stepped closer to Shivansh and whispered. “We are going to make history in Pataliputra.” His voice expressed extreme determination.

Shivansh stood with his mouth half-open wondering how this piece of old paper and two fourteen-years old boys going to make history.

Aditya continued. ” This is the ultimate treasure. Once we reach here, this will give us everything we need.” He pointed Padmabharan.

“But how can we find this? This is just a map, barely a map that we have never seen before.” Shivansh started losing his patience.

“I read about this in a book owned by my Dada. I got this map from the slit on the hard bind of the book. This Padmabharan is somewhere here.” Aditya continued examining the map.

Shivansh made a step aback and checked his premise. Somewhere here? With fear and anxiety he asked. “Adi, don’t make me more confused. Will you please explain?’

Aditya nodded “Yes!”

And that’s it. My part of the story. 100 words is too less. I really need a novel out of this. And I am pretty sure that someone who can carry forward this to a brilliant piece is Bala, already a novelist. My little sister who is blessed with outstanding talent. Her writings have a lot more energy and enthusiasm. So here is your turn Bala, my lovely girl. ❤

Once again thank you Sri for nominating me. This was really amazing.