HER BIRTHDAY

Indian parents make love in the chilly byting cold winter. So the maximum birthdays fall in the month of December, January and February. Few days back he celebrated his birthday with his girlfriend. Now it’s his girlfriend’s birthday today.
He rose up early. After coming out of warm blanket he switched the lights off (was the light on for the whole night? Yes. Reason: he dreams nightmares when he sleeps in the dark. Strange guy!) and rushed to the kitchen to make a strong hot cup of coffee. Without delay he switched on the table lamp and slipped in the chair. He opened the brown envelope and took out a sparkling designed card. A birth day card.
The cold hit his bare feet but he avoided to wear socks and uncapped some sparkling pens and permanent markers. After scrapping his head he came out with some strange ideas and started working on the card. Suddenly, his phone started ringing. He looked at the screen which was flashing Parkguy calling. Yes, he is a good human. He loves jogging in the morning. He has made some good friends in the park too. The Park guy calls him every day before leaving his place so that he would pick the card making guy by the right time. He thinks for a while and visualizing himself jogging and exercising in the park, he simply press the button which said silent.

Back to card work. He drew and wrote his imaginations on the card. Birthday card became a valentine card. Most of the stuffs with which the card was carved were the love stuffs. Again his phone beeped. This time the phone screen says 1 New message. He opened the inbox. It was a message from his sweetheart. ‘M rdy…aftr having bf m lvin.’ The message meant; "I’m ready. After having breakfast I’m leaving." I don’t know why people love to fuck English. In the past Indian fucked English (British) and now their mother language; English. The right tip corner of the phone screen displayed the time too. It said; 8:15am. ‘Fcuk,’ the guy said to himself and slipped more than half finished card into the brown envelope.
 
‘What to do now?’ he asked himself. Yes, his girlfriend was ready before the scheduled time for the first time in their two years love life. He scratched his head and moved some strands of his long hair away from his eyes which seemed irritating to him at that time. Again he thinks; Now what? He picked a hair band and tied his long hair. A pony.

He jumped off his chair and rushed to the washroom. He covered the mouth of the tooth brush with a thick layer of tooth paste and tossed it into his mouth. He then filled the bucket with water and holding it in his left hand as right was doing its job (brushing his teeth) and ran out of his washroom. To heat water with the water heater. Hell, he din’t have a geyser at his place. Poor guy! After fitting the water heating rod into the water, he switched on it and vanished into washroom to finish another work; potty.
Within five minutes he emerged out of the washroom to get the hot water. The heating rod had failed to heat the cold water as the water was at a temperature of 2 degree Celsius, but it had managed to beat the chillness of it. He had to take shower with the cold water today. He din’t have another option. His girlfriend would kill him if he had met her late. Cold water bath is strange when the mercury has already dipped below 4. Poor guy! 

After finishing cold water bath in the chilly biting ugly cold he started wearing cloths which he has been wearing for some days. Yuck, he doesn't wash his cloths except inner wears every day. He skipped his breakfast which he himself had to make. He tossed the brown envelope and news papers into his college bag. He wore everything that his girlfriend had threatened him to wear. Does he dress himself badly?
Without delay, he locked the gate of his flat and ran downstairs. He reached the main road now. Metro station was still some kilometer away from his place. He walked down the road to look for a rickshaw. He got the one but it was without the rickshaw puller. He scanned the area and found four persons who were standing at a tobacco shop. He spotted the rickshaw puller by his dress and called him. Tobacco is ban in Delhi and India, but Indians know that rules are made to be broken. Attitude, eh!

He took out the newspaper and started with the headlines. Suddenly, the right pocket of his jeans started vibrating. It was his phone that was vibrating. It said; 1 new message.
‘M abt 2 rch…u whr?’ He looked outside and scratched his head.
‘M in metro…u whr?’ He replied. He lied.
‘K…m gna b a bit l8…dad is nt gna drop me…cumin by bus,’ the reply came and he started smiling. Yes, it was going to be his day by now. He had always gulped her anger and scolding for being late. Today he would scold her.
‘Cnt u rch by tym? I skippd my bf to rch by tym.. :-@,’ he replied.
‘M sorry.. ’ she replied.
‘its k…cum…I wud w8,’ he replied smiling. She looked cute sad. In her message too. 
Now he adjusted his ass nicely on the rickshaw and opened news paper again and continue reading. On the way he got a bouquet packed and reached metro station.

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She was in black short coat and extra tight faded blue skinny jeans and a pair of black balleries. She had changed her hairstyle as she got a new Megan fox’s haircut recently. Black coat suited her fair complexion. Her eyes were decorated with extra dark eye linear. The lining blue and white bag hanged on her right shoulder. She looked more beautiful today. He saw her walking towards him from the place of the platform where the ladies reserved coach’s gates got opened. He rolled his eyes away from her back into the news paper. He wanted to show he didn’t notice her and he is a bit angry with her.
She approached him and stood before him for some time. He din’t notice. He smiled hiding his face behind the news paper and tried to compose himself as if he was very angry. She moved her left hand and started removing news paper.
 
‘Hey, you came,’ he said, pretending he din’t really see her.
‘I’m sorry for being late,’ she said, looking down at the floor below her feet.
‘Happy birth day to you…happy birthday to you….happy birthday  to my sweetheart,’ he said, hugging her. She hugged him back. He kissed her forehead.
‘This is for you,’ he said, giving her the bucket that he was hiding behind his bag.
She looked for something else. Gifts? Nope, it was the card. Birthday card. Incomplete birthday card. He took out the card and gave it to her.
‘Wow, it’s very amazing. Where did you get it? It’s looking so nice. It seems you’ve made it. hena?’ she said. He nodded. She looked at him and hugged him again.
‘I love you,’ she said, kissing his lips.
‘Oops, you bit my lips,’ he said, laughing.
‘Shut up. I don’t kiss hard.’ She said, packing her bag with the card.
They had decided to enjoy the whole day in a mall, The Great India Place. Before going there she demanded to visit Bangla Sahib Gurudwara. They went and bowed down to the god and prayed for each other.
Metro ran with its speed and take them The Great India Place within half an hour. They walked inside after getting their bags checked and bodies scanned with the metal detectors. The plan was like; coffee then playing bowling then movie then lunch and at last shopping.

It was her birthday so there wasn’t the cash scarcity like they faced on the guy’s birthday. Before entering inside the girl’s favorite restaurant, the guy cried a lot because the restaurant bill alone was supposed to gulp his wallet. The story is different today. They walked into barista to enjoy coffee. They chitchatted for some time there. He finished the coffee and the pending card work. Engineering students know how to do their work nicely in the precise amount of time. Or at last moment.


She flashed a card and some cash to the counter girl at the bowling counter. She gave a slip in return. They reached the bowling table and changed their shoes. After finishing the game they rushed to the box office of the Big Cinemas. They got two tickets for the movie Sherlock holmes. The show was about to start by 2:20pm so they were still left with some time. They entered in her favorite restaurant. The menus arrived. The waiter kept standing as the girl signaled him to wait for some time.
‘Half plate roasted chicken and two beers,’ she placed order. The guy’s mouth got wide opened.
‘You will drink?’ he asked.
‘Why can’t I drink if you can?’ she said. Her eyes looked drunk before drinking.