मेरी साइकिल

धूल की चादर ओढ़े  मेरी पुरानी साइकिल 

यूँ तांक रही थी मेरी राह 

जैसे गांव में बैठे बूढ़े बाबा 

सी रहे थे अपने परदेसी बेटे के आने की राह   

मेरे कदमों की आहट पहचान 

बिजली सी दौड़ी उसके ज़ेहन में 

फिर भी बूत बनी खड़ी रही  

धूल से चुप्पी ढ़की रही 

दुबक के बैठी थी कोने में 

मन मार रहा था झूम के हिलोरें

बरसों बाद लौटी थी उसकी सवारी 

लेकर साथ अपने एक मोटर गाड़ी 

डाली जब उसने एक नज़र अपने ऊपर

पाया खुद को बिलकुल धूल ग्रस्त 

पंक्चर टायर, उखड़ा पेंट, फटी सीट 

रुआंसी सी हो गयी बेचारी 

अब कौन करना चाहेगा उसकी सवारी ?

थक कर जब मैं लेटी खटिया पर

नज़र टिकी उस धूल भरे ढांचे पर

कौतुहल में देखा पास जाके

सकुचाई सी खड़ी थी मेरी साइकिल 

बल्लियों उछल रहे थे हम दोनों

अरसों बाद आज फिर मिल रहे थे 

लगा ली आज फिर गिलहरी से रेस 

छोड़ के पीछे मोटर - भैंस  J

                                                                         --- सुरभि बाफना 

 

Book Review : Kuch Woh Pal

About the Book

Title: Kuch Woh Pal

Author: Subrat Saurabh

Publisher: Notion Press

ISBN: 978-1-947752-25-2

No. of Pages: 73

Price: 125 INR

Genre: Hindi Poetry

About the Author

Subrat Saurabh, a writer, poet and blogger, is popularly known by his pen name ChickenBiryanii on social media sites. He is proficient in writing witty one-liners, a skill he employs liberally on Twitter using his pen name. His tweets and witty liners were telecast and appreciated over television channels and it frequently gets picked up and published in leading newspapers or online news portals and go viral on WhatsApp. His poetry and short stories have been published in various magazines.

He completed his schooling from DAV JVM Shayamli, Ranchi, and pursued his Engineering from KLESCET, Belgaum. He is currently working as a Senior Consultant in Wipro Ltd. and lives in Bangalore. In his own words, he is a small-town boy born in Muzaffarpur, Bihar; who is a keen observer of different moods and phases of people around him, which gives the inspiration to pen them down as words of Hindi poetry. Subrat Saurabh can be contacted on Twitter, Facebook or via his Website.

The Cover Speaks

The black dustcover holds the picture of author holding his pen and reminiscing about his old memories and a diary to scribble his thoughts. A shayari is written at the top which gives the reader an idea about his thoughts and successive poems inside the book.

 वो हजारों में एक है,

मेरी मोहब्बत का वो ईनाम है।

वो इम्तिहान है मेरे सब्र का,

इसीलिए चर्चा सरेआम है।

Synopsis

You may have read many love stories but have you ever read any in the form of sequences of Hindi poetry that have the power to make you blissful and divine?

Kuch Woh Pal is a collection of Hindi poems through which the writer takes you on a journey blended with ecstatic and painful experiences of a young boy taking on the struggles of life where he is away from his home for studies, makes new friends, finds love, break up with her and finally going through a tumult of emotions like anger, depression, apathy, romance, frustration, loneliness, separation, abandonment, etc.

Read this book and you’ll be taken down memory lane to sense emotions that were once considered dead, which are now touching your soul. Plan a date with yourself, partner or your friends and read it over a cup of tea or coffee; catch up with your friends over a beer at the beach or during a get-together or to propose to the love of your life. This book will surely leave your mind and heart in a tangle of romance, sympathy and self-revelation.

Book Review

This book carries 51 poems mostly based on romance and friendship. I was very excited to start off but as I progressed I found them more of whatsapp type. I was expecting some good Hindi verses but they appeared like the ones which a new poet writes in his initial days. I think if a poem is published in a book, the expectations of the reader are set high. I am not at all discouraging the author from writing more poems. He has got quite good skills to give shape to his thoughts into words. The only thing, as a reader, I would expect is some thoughtful, intriguing poems written with a splash of lost Hindi words. The book is quite an easy read for the beginners.

Happy Reading!


My Rating
3/5

Gracias! 
  

रे मन

रे मन ! तू कितना चपल , कितना चंचल    

कभी इधर भागे , कभी उधर भागे 

एक जगह बैठ न तू पावै

रे मन ! तू कितना चपल , कितना चंचल

क्षण - प्रतिक्षण छलांग लगाए 

हर पल यूँ हिलोरे खाए 

तृष्णा की नैया में बस तू तैरता ही जावै

रे मन ! तू कितना चपल , कितना चंचल

अभी यह चाहे, कल वो चाहे 

हर पल चाह की सूचि तू बनाता ही जावै

रे मन ! तू कितना चपल , कितना चंचल

रमता रहे तू भूत - भविष्य 

आज में तू कभी स्थिर न हो पावै 

रे मन ! तू कितना चपल , कितना चंचल

पूरी - पकवान चाहे तू कितना ही खावै

भोग - विलास से तू उभर न पावै 

रे मन ! तू कितना चपल , कितना चंचल

तू कितना अधीर , ज़रा भी धीर न धरे 

बस चाहे पूरी होवै तेरी हर इच्छा 

रे मन ! तू कितना चपल , कितना चंचल

देख परायी ख़ुशी , चाहे तू भी वही ख़ुशी 

और इसी ख़ुशी की होड़ में 

बंधता तू चला जाये दुःख की डोर में 

रे मन ! तू कितना चपल , कितना चंचल

काहै न तू  धीर धरे ?

काहै  न तू पीर हरे ?

--- सुरभि बाफना 

 

The light from a burning bridge

The quietly staring midnight moon 
From behind the turquoise drapes 
Sends the sneaking silver ray 
Reminding me of the last May

From the hamlet across the bridge 
You drew a perfect narrow ridge
To see the waning moon
Lying with the stars
Whilst sitting on the grass

Oh so beautiful the bridge it was
With the locks chained till far
The padlocks on both the sides
Made it a scene so blithe


The bridge couldn't carry the fetters
It burnt to burn the shackles
The padlocks jibbed wildly
With the fire engulfing wholly

The intense light from the burning bridge
Lit up the hamlet across the bridge
With the shimmering narrow ridge
The locks shrieked a clinking pitch

It's the best light cried the hamlet
Only to find the bridge burnt half
The padlocks clinkered half
The light rendered from the half

Half it burnt to burn again
For the best light?
Or half it burnt to level again
To mount the best light?

Gracias!
 

Book Review : Think With Me

About the Book

Title: Think With Me

Author: Subrata Roy Sahara

Publisher: Rupa Publications

ISBN: 978-81-291-4225-2

No. of Pages: 111

Price: 150 INR

Genre: Non-Fiction

About the Author

Subrata Roy Sahara (born 1948) popularly known as 'Saharasri', is one of the most successful and talked about figures of corporate India. When he laid the foundation of Sahara India Pariwar in 1978 with a capital of INR 2K and 3 workers, who would have imagined his company's meteoric rise to an asset base worth INR 1,73,000 crore within a span of just thirty -eight years.

This is his second book in the 'Thoughts from Tihar' trilogy. the first book 'Life Mantras', was a National Bestseller after its launch in February 2016. the book secured the No.1 position twice in the non-fiction genre and also remained in the top 5 best-selling books across India for 7 continuous weeks.

A teacher, guide and a proud guardian to his over 1.2 million fellow workers, he ascribes his success to his philosophy of 'Collective Materialism' which means continuous collective growth for collective sharing and caring.

The Cover Speaks

The cover of the book has a silhouette of a man sitting on a mould in a pondering state. The pale yellow cover of the book with the embossed title gives it a plain sober look. 

Synopsis

There is no doubt that India has made rapid progress and achieved prosperity too, yet the goals that we set for ourselves are still unfulfilled or underachieved. It is a harsh reality that we have bigger problems today than we had at the time of Independence. These problems are not good signs for the future of India.

"When we see the problems related to political leadership, population growth, education, the media and religion going from bad to worse, a natural question comes up in our minds. Where, after all, did we go wrong? What happened during our democratic journey of independent India that we are faced with nasty problems on all these fronts? Why couldn't we teach people occupying places of responsibility that rights are given to perform your genuine duties, not to serve your personal whims, false ego and greed?"

It is the author's firm belief that if the problems related to the above five fundamentals issues continue to be as they are, the nation will be hit by a crisis of unimaginable proportions, our national edifice would crumble and everything that our leaders had valued and held sacred for the love of the country before independence, would be lost forever. So, the author, through a deep-seated and thought provoking commentary on these issues invites you to think along with him and ponder over them honestly and sincerely. While going through the book, you may come across points where you differ with the author but in the end, you will be convinced that to make our country ideal, the need is for wider awakening on the issues as discussed in the book.

Book Review

This book encompasses over five sections discussing five major problems of India.
1. Electoral system and leadership
2. Population
3. Education system
4. Media
5. Religion

The author discusses the problems in each of these areas faced by the independent India and suggest his ways to mitigate the problems. I personally didnt find the suggestions put forward by the author as something unheard of. It sounded like an essay which we used to read in schools every now and then. Many-a-times, author has mocked at the present situation and his solutions seems to aggravate the condition instead of being a feasible solution. You can read the book to know about the author's perspective of the problems faced by young India.

Happy Reading!


My Rating
2/5

Gracias! 
  
'I received a copy from Writersmelon in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.'

Book Review : GYAAN

About the Book

Title: Gyaan

Author: Bhaumik Shah

Publisher: Blue Rose Publishers 

ISBN: 978-93-86126-72-6

No. of Pages: 95

Price: 150 INR

Genre: Self-help guide/Motivational 

About the Author

Bhaumik Shah enjoys pondering over life bewilderments. Although a pensive person by nature, he has been trying to learn meditation, without much success since last 4 years. He is unmarried and the proud owner of the web domain nashaadi.com and that doesn't mean he won't get married). This is his first attempt at writing a book.

The Cover Speaks

The cover of the book has a word cloud of all human emotions highlighted here and there. And in the middle of the word cloud is GYAAN, the baba with a modern look, wearing western outfit and carrying a spectacle over eyes with a tuft of hair lock in front, interestingly not at the back which most of the baba carries. The tag line - Love Life, Live Life completes the cover of the book.

Synopsis

This book is simply a package of 30 months of life musings, countless conversations and exchange of life experiences. It's not to give you continuous motivation. It's not to keep you happy every time. It's not to make your life perfect. It's not to solve your life problems. This is an effort to make you realize that life is  not perfect. To tell you to accept your life as it is, with problems. to make you realize that in this journey, you are not alone; we all are on the same boat.

Book Review

This book has an interesting story behind its evolution. The author thought of adding some flavours to his life and he decided to pen down his life lessons over a Facebook page . Hence, GYAAN was born and love of the readers and friends forced Bhaumik to compile the best of his posts into this book. 

This book is a perfect read to understand the life and its mysteries without putting stress on your brain. Author has tried to put forward his take on most of the possible scenarios. Most of us look for an answer for every WHY life throws at us. But author has expressed his answer ina different manner. Grab the book and enjoy it. It's a very enlightening and light read. I completed the book straight in an hour. Here are some of the excerpts which I liked the most - 

"There is a reason- you are you. He is he. She is she. I am me. There is a reason- we all are different."

"Be gentle with your life. With yourself. How much good or bad it is, it's yours!"

"Believe it or not, fortunately or unfortunately, happily or sadly, Love can happen multiple times! It's a feeling- can't be controlled."

"Relationship survives when we share emotions- not Emoticons!"

"Things aren't always going to be okay! and that's OKAY."

"A cup of favourite drink, a book or a nice movie, sitting in balcony or on your bed, and spending time with self- can be the most beautiful holiday."

Kudos Bhaumik for sharing your wonderful thoughts with us and making us see life through a different angle.

Happy Reading!


My Rating
4/5

Gracias! 
 

Book review : Kissing the Demon

About the Book

Title: Kissing the Demon

Author: Amrita Kumar

Publisher: HaperCollins Publishers India

ISBN: 978-93-5264-303-5

No. of Pages: 245

Price: 350 INR

Genre: Self-help guide

About the Author

Amrita Kumar is an anthologist, novelist, writing-mentor and creative writing teacher. She began her career in the godowns of Daryaganj to select books for a chain of bookshops, moving on as research writer for the Department of Culture, Government of India, then on to publishing as associate editor, Penguin India; editor-in-chief, Roli Books; managing editor, Encyclopedia Britannica; editor, Indian Design & Interiors magazine; and vice-president, Osian’s Literary Agency. In addition, she has freelanced for Rupa & Co., HarperCollins India and Oxford University Press. She lives in New Delhi.

The Cover Speaks

The white cover with the embossed title gives makes it elegant to hold. It is a handbook written for creative writer to help him/her in his/her writing sojourn.

Synopsis

Do you have a great story to tell but don’t know where to begin or how to give it shape? 

Whether you’re an aspiring writer or a seasoned one, a writer of fiction or narrative non-fiction, Kissing the Demon will help you navigate the maze of plot construction, narrative viewpoint, character development, dialogue creation and description even while allowing your imagination to flow. 

Written by an editor and publisher who has for over four decades nurtured some of India’s finest writers, it also tackles the insular world of publishers, agents, contracts and editors. It tells you how to find a publisher or agent, what gets a publisher’s attention and what turns it off – all the stuff writers take years to learn. 

Finally, it offers solutions to the vexing issue of balancing everyday life with writing, a problem every writer faces and the reason why so many books remain unwritten. 

George Orwell once described writing as a horrible, exhausting experience, and that he wouldn’t have written a single book were he not driven by some demon he could neither resist nor understand. Kissing the Demon will make your journey as a writer a little less painful, make you look upon that demon with a little more love.

Book Review

This book is written for writers, be it a neophyte or a pro, to help him handle the demon of writing in a more placating manner. Every writer when makes an advent to his writing journey often comes across several problems, from procrastination to writer's block, from struggling with the story plot to penning down the climax, from publishing to marketing. All these problems have a solution and author Amrita Kumar with her wide experience in the writing field helps in finding the solution. She has diligently explained how can one approach in making the story plot more interesting. She hasn't limited herself to fiction but non-fiction writers will also get to learn strategies devised by her to make their drafts more appealing. She has well explained the nuances of character building. Amrita has written a self-help guide to show the correct path to every writer. The book also tells you how to get your book published and make your new write-up reach to a wider audience. This is a must book for every writer of you are stuck in your plot or write-up, struggling with the dialogue creation or confronting with the editors. A gist of her experience in the world of writing and publishing is bound to help the budding writer.

Happy Reading!


My Rating
3.5/5

Gracias! 
  

'I received a copy from Writersmelon in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.'

Book Review : Finding Juliet

About the Book

Title: Finding Juliet

Author: Toffee

Publisher: Srishti Publishers & distributors

ISBN: 978-93-82665-85-4

No. of Pages: 216

Price: 195 INR

Genre: Fiction

About the Author

Toffee is a simple guy who loves the complications of life. He used to write code by the day and books by the night earlier. But currently, he is busy writing assignments and chasing deadlines in his Master's in Business Analytics from the University of South Florida. Toffee loves narrating interesting stories with subtle insights. Through books, he wants to share beautiful stories, reach out to people and touch their hearts. Finding Juliet is his second book, written especially for India's Generation-Y. The author can be reached here.

The Cover Speaks

The crimson cover of the book adorns a guy with a nerdy yet cool look. While the headphones lying on his neck make him cool, the wayfare frames give him a nerdy look. Two hands of different girls are shown caressing him which gives a hint that though he is having many girls in his life but is looking for the real love of his life.

Synopsis

Arjun is an incredibly nice guy who believes in true love and is waiting for it with open arms. He falls in love, not once or twice, but thrice. And every single time, happiness – like the girls he fell for – comes very close to him before pushing him away. His only pillar of strength in all his moments of grief and dejection is his childhood friend Anjali. 

Dejected by the games played by girls and fate, he leaves Hyderabad forBangalore and ends up meeting Krish, an irresistible flirt. He understands Arjun's predicament, pacifies him with his words and enlightens him about the most complicated species ever created by God – Women.

And then, Arjun's life changes forever. 

Will Arjun find the one he has been waiting for, or will he end up becoming a flirt? Will he ever taste lasting happiness? 

Join Arjun as he tries to figure out women and discovers the meaning of love, lust and life.. all in his journey of Finding Juliet. 

Book Review

The story starts with Arjun and his friend Krish sitting in a bar discussing their problems. Krish is depicted as a flirt who turns out to be Arjun's saviour. Five-six pages down the book, the college life of Arjun is presented and I start losing interest in the book. The women are presented as a mere beauty object and boys rating them over their physical appearance. Quoting a line, "She wore a light pink churidar with a dupatta that covered her breasts fully." This is so disgusting that the protruding genitals of women though hidden beneath her Indian attire become the only point of attraction. Howsoever, she tries to cover them, the lecherous men begin to focus there only. The author can defend himself under the freedom of expression and quote it's a form of art. Right Sir! but you have to keep in mind that you are presenting your artform to a large audience especially youngsters. If they also try to objectify women then I'm very scared where our nation is heading? In my opinion, the use of words could have been modified to convey the same emotions of the protagonist. 

I continued the book despite finding it against my will just to wonder if this is what the life of IT guy looks like. Arjun finds several girls in his life to satiate his lust but was always betrayed by them. His only childhood friend Anjali appears to be his final solace. The end of the story is quite predictable with no thrills. 

I'm blatant honest while writing this review. These are my personal opinion and are in no way directed to defame the author. It's just that as a person, the story plot is not so palatable to me. Others might like this story. So give it a shot and let me know how did you find the book?

Happy Reading!


My Rating
2/5

Gracias! 
 

'I received a copy from Writersmelon in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.'

वादा

जो मिलने का वादा करके 
न मिलने का बहाना बनाए 
समझ लेना दोस्त
वो वादों के मायने नहीं समझते 
और जो वादों को ना समझे 
उन्हें अपनी यादों में पनाह ना देना |

Gracias!
 

उस पार

उठा यादों का बस्ता  
चल पड़ा मैं वही रस्ता
जहाँ चाय की चुस्की 
में छुपी थी मेरी ख़ुशी 
ख़ुशी रोज़ उससे मिलने की
जी भर के बतियाने की 
हवा में ख्वाबों को बुनने की            

रस्ता नहीं बदला पर शायद वक्त बदल गया 
वक़्त के साथ हम बदल गए 
और हमारे साथ ख़ुशी के मायने भी 
दो आने के कंचों से ऊँचे मंचो तक पहुँचने की होड़ 
और तभी पीछे छूट गयी हमारी वो प्यारी सी हँसी 

फेसबुक व्हाट्सएप्प पे ढूंढने लगे बिछड़े यारों को 
पर अब सब कुछ सिर्फ लाइक्स और कमैंट्स तक ही सिमट गया
खोया यार मिलके भी मिल न पाया 
और मैं चाह कर भी उसे याद दिला न पाया

उसकी जिंदादिली और बेकार चुटकुले ही तो थे 
जो मुझे खींचकर वापिस उस तक लाये थे 
पर जैसे वो समय से रेस लगाने में लगा हुआ है
अपनी ख़ुशी छोड़ दूसरों को खुश करने में लगा हुआ है  

देख कर बदला यार 
न जाना चाहा मैंने उस पार
उठा अपना बस्ता 
टटोला यादों का गुलदस्ता 
देख जहाँ अपना पुराना यार 
जाना चाहा मैंने फिर उस पार


Gracias!
 

Warm Magic @ Office

The heavy traffic at the crossroad was the most annoying part of my way towards office. The office was hardly 5 kms away from my home but the mammoth traffic made it a crawling journey lasting from one to one and a half hours. I was already getting late that day and the vehicles were queuing up at the junction. The red light was still on. The sun was fuming and so was I. The weather was getting hot and suffocating. The light turned yellow and every one waited on our side to see it go Green. People were getting restless and the honking of horns grew loud. Some were adjusting their helmets, some were getting ready to zoom past as the signal allows them. The lights were finally green for my side. While the other three sides freezed, people from my side rushed to get out of the crossroad junction. I too adjusted my helmet and made my way and was about to cross the road when suddenly someone flew past me. I landed onto the road and what happened afterwards, I couldn't recall.

I woke up in the hospital with a fractured hand and a fractured leg. Ghosh! I wanted to cry seeing myself in the bed. I wanted to ask the person what hurry he was in ? But no matter who I blame now, I have to take rest for another twenty days to get back to normal life. My fingers searched for my phone. The nurse said "everything including your phone and vehicle got smashed, you are lucky to have a life again." I chuckled at being called lucky.

My parents came rushing to the city to take me back to the hometown. I asked them to inform in the office about this accident. Since, I had no phone, I could not connect to my boss. But my parents were so upset at my situation that they didnt pay heed to my words.

Finally, after two days, I messaged one of my colleague on social media about the tragedy and told her my tentative joining date. Meanwhile at home, I was being pampered with turmeric milk, fruits and what not. There was a warmth in their care which kept me going.

Zoom past a month, I was hale and hearty again and was granted fitness certificate by the doctor. My family asked me to take care of myself. How much I wanted to stay back. I was going to miss them. But I had to join the office soon. I didnt want to go to the office. I wondered how no one from the corporate world asked about my well being, my whereabouts. Am I just a resource to them toiling in day and night to meet the project deadlines? I had made up my mind to put the paper same day.

I reached the office and occupied my desk. Necks turned to acknowledge me but no one came at my desk to ask about my health. My throat went dry and I rushed towards water cooler. I so wanted to leave this place right now. I realized what asset I was to the company. I strolled outside for some fifteen minutes to calm down myself. I had made my mind to go and type down a resignation letter straight away. I will find some better place to work in where people atleast consider me a human.

I went inside and stepped towards my cubicle to find my boss and team members waiting for me. My emotions suddenly changed from complaining to contemplating. As I reached my desk, my boss enquired about my health and so does everyone else. They had written "GET WELL SOON" on my desk board and put the chocolates beside the mouse. That was a very WARM moment in the office. How I was fuming at my team for being so inanimate but they were kind enough to receive me well and apologized for being unable to connect with me in absence of any contact number. Yes, I had completely forgotten about my smashed phone. I had not even renewed the sim card and the number was not in use for quite some days. I thanked them all and my fingers raced to type out a thank-you note for my team.

Gracias!
 
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Magic of Warmth

The morning started with the loud banging of drums and rhythmic euphony of footsteps. It was 26th January, Republic day of India. I felt grateful to take breath in Republic and free India. But I asked myself to reconsider my idea of taking a house near a government school. The arrow has left the quiver and it was too late to ask the landlord to give back the deposit. Nevertheless, I only wanted to wake up to the morning school bell, to enjoy the chuckle of tiny tots. But despite all my efforts to run away from the troubles of life, I attracted more of them. I sometimes laughed at myself for being the trouble-magnet. I wanted to doze off some more but the cacophony plus the loud talks of my new roommate in the wee hours made it impossible for me. My head hadn't got over from the pain of last night. It was still whirling round giving me dizziness shots. 

I stepped out of my bed and went straight into kitchen for a glass of water. Just then my eyes fell on her in the adjacent room talking at pull pitch. I wanted to curse her but I tried to keep cool. I had told her several times in the past one week to bare me some peace. I cant take any loud sounds when Migraine accompanies me but she rendered a deaf-ear to my plea. I came back to my room, latched the door but the ruckus continued to entertain me. Her phone kept on buzzing every now and then. And I could only interpret a big Thank-you from her every time. I swallowed another pain killer to bid adieu to Migraine but Alas! such a stubborn friend he is!!

How much I wanted to see the Republic day parade, the contingents marching down the Rajpath in a perfect sync and the tableaus of various states defining their rich culture. But my friend had vowed to entertain me the whole day with his painful fits. I prepared a rich coffee to serve my friend and Voila! he seems pleased with my hospitality and bid me adieu for the day to come back soon. And to my surprise, my roomie also bid adieu. I wonder if both of them are good friends and have planned together to give me a  break. I was prancing all alone on my toes.

I was surfing the internet, browsing through the glimpse of Republic day celebration, when suddenly the door bell rang. The delivery boy stood in front of me with a wrapped box and a card affixed over it. I signed as recipient and shut the door. It was not for me, but for my roomie. Out of curiosity, I took a sneak peak into the envelope and found out it was her birthday. OMG! her birthday, that's why she was up till late the previous night and today morning also she got up early to attend to the phone calls. I reconnected the dots and felt so stupid of me for cursing her secretly. After all, it was her day, once in a year it comes and she should enjoy it to the best. I was feeling a little guilty but at the same time wondered why she refrained to share her happiness with me? Am I so sick to celebrate? I suddenly stopped myself from uttering more curse words and quickly made my mind to plan a surprise for her. 

The clock had ticked 10pm but there were no sign of her. How much I was yearning for her arrival today, otherwise I would have felt at peace. I giggled to myself. I again pampered myself with a coffee in her wait. The door bell rang as I was about to sip the last of the coffee. I was excited but I kept a bland face and opened the door. She greeted me with a smile. I smiled back pretending to be naive to know nothing about the day. 

As she entered her room, I went into my room. Five minutes later, I heard a burst and she laughing out loud. The very next moment she banged into my room, pulling my hands and embracing me. Oh! What a warm wonderful moment it was. A hug from a person you just got to know by chance a few weeks back is so warm and lovely. She tickled my cheeks and said, "You naughty. Thank-you so much!". I quipped,"Its about to end. Let's do it fast!." Surprised at my words, she gave me a quizzing look. I pointed at the wall- clock and said."Just one more hour of your dominance." She laughed and dragged me to the living room. 

She quickly unpacked a lunch box and offered me the smeared cake piece with a wink,"This is all I could save for you." I happily accepted and asked, " Did you like it?"

"Oh! It will remain one of the most memorable birthdays of my life. What a tacky way!"

"Yeah! I wanted to surprise you at some odd place apart from your room so I tied a Balloon to the Bathroom latch and placed the chocolate potato cutlet cake over the bucket."

"Thank-you so much dear."

I made her cut the cutlet cake and dabbed a piece of it into her mouth. She was smiling ears to ears enjoying every bit of the cutlet cake. She asked," Did you made it on your own?"
I nodded and said,"Don't underestimate the culinary skills of your room mate."

She admired the scrumptious cake and suddenly said, "Hey! sorry for the loud talks in the morning. I tip-toed last night to make sure you are not disturbed. But in the morning I couldn't help it."

I said, "It's okay. It's just one day", eyeing her for the future talks.

She continued,"Actually last year I met with an accident and lost half of my hearing power. I got carried away in the morning and didnt realize that I can't hear but the person on other side can hear whispers too." 

I was taken aback by her sudden revelation. I caught hold of her hand and hugged her.

"You know Deaf and dumb make the best friends", I solaced her.

"I didn't know dumb can speak these days."

"Yeah, special type of dumbs."

We laughed off and the warmth of the celebration wafted into the air.

Gracias!
 
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