An old piece from my diary for the people that matter.
September 13, 2023
4:00 am
I was lying in my bed, eyes open, probably chatting with my girl friends who had come over to wish me.
That’s when his tiny hands turn the doorknob and he swings in with the door as he forces it open. As soon as he enters, he screams, “Jiya Didi!”. I sit myself up to acknowledge his presence but fail miserably as he throws himself over me and curls his cotton arms around my neck, tight enough to choke me. His thin legs fit right into the curves of my waist and we lay there, still, for a little while. Then obeying his sisters’ orders, he wishes me again, “Happy Birthday to you Jiya didi!”. It was probably the thirtieth time he had spoken these words that day. The other twenty nine were chanted repeatedly, without a pause, like a kids’ choir with words overlapping each other, the previous nightfall when my cousins had rung me a midnight videocall.
Its so strange how little unexpected things end up being the highlight of your day. I had imagined yesterday several times before yesterday began. I already knew that my highlight of the day would be HIM wishing, or as I had realized by noon, HIM forgetting…
But a surprise party! That really long note on someone’s WhatsApp status posted right at midnight hour like this midnight was awaited forever, like I was important! My parents, doing just the ‘cool parents stuffs’ to leave me with a night worth smiling for and worth smiling at. And my family, undistinguished by the roads that separate the roofs over our heads. Yeah, I know what’s worth caring for. I’m a better person today, maturer than the kid in me.
Today, my heart knows who’s worth gambling for.
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