Sunday evening. For most of them it is fun filled and most interesting day of the week. Sun is setting and the roads are getting busier. With the rising darkness the lights of the vehicles are brightening the roads. While the youngsters are getting busy to party all night, Nisha is busy preparing dinner for herself. Today, she was alone to have her dinner. Her mom dad and her sister were out of town attending some social function. Nisha loved this solitude. She could make what she wanted, how she wanted without anyone to supervise her. She was just enjoying her favorite music and cooking her favorite dish and her phone rang.
‘Oh no… now who is it.. !‘ She thought to herself. She saw her phone and it was Vikas, her boy friend. They were in a relationship since three years and will marry in a few months.
“Hey Nisha, what you doing? “
“ Hey Vikas. Preparing for dinner. We just hanged on ! now what’s the matter ?”
“I forgot to say you something !”
Nisha was getting irritated. As her soup was waiting for her
“And what is that?”
“It is.. That, I Love You”
No. Nisha didn’t melt by him saying it. She was just more irritated. Because it was the fourth time he was calling to say the same thing. She was just wondering what was wrong with him and the door bell rang. Now, her irritation could turn into anger.
“Hang on Vikas. There is someone on the door.”
“It’s me only. Open soon.”
“What ?”
And she threw her phone on the sofa and went to open the door.
Yes. She was glad that atleast there is something special about the evening. As she opened the door, she couldn’t believe what she saw. It was her Mom, Dad, Sister, Vikas and her three special friends at the door. And they screamed and/or sang with blasting balloons in their hands
“Happy Birthday to You.”
All were bathroom singers. But if Nisha were the judge of any singing competition, She would have made them winners for this song. She was glad that her birthday evening became a special one. She was wondering about her parent’s social function, Vikas’s urgent international meeting and her friends’ having some seminar to attend. Well, now she understood their silly explanations. But she loved this. This surprise. ‘It was all your dad’s plan’ whispered Vikas in her ears.
She looked at her dad. He was smiling. And was looking happy. She looked this his ‘I-know-nothing-look’. Her mom, sister and her friends huuged her. Her friends, Ritesh, Jay and Akanksha. They were her lifeline. She loved her Friends’s this ‘See-we-finally-surprised-you’ look.
They all came in. Nisha cut the cake. Everyone loved the soup she made. And then they ordered for some dinner. Had it. Then, Vikas switched on the music player, loud and loaded with party songs, to dance. Vikas loved the dancing Nisha. She always danced forgetting everything around her. Everyone was dancing, having a great time. Nisha was not yet tired of dancing and suddenly something happened.
Before could Nisha realize what’s happening, she heard her phone ringing. It was ringing since long may be she thought. It was Six pm on her phone. It was Vikas on call.
“Wake up my BabyDoll. You are sleeping since long. And I want to eat the soup you are going to make !”
Nisha was then looking at her parent’s photo on the wall. She said, “Thanks dad, for planning the best birthday atleast in my dreams.”
Aarzoo 