Monday, September 21, 2009

Happy Birthday

She peered at the black sky, piercing its inky nothingness with her tear-rimmed stare. Nothing. No star twinkled, no moon stretched its silver beams, nothing budged the suffocating black. A tear rolled silently down her soft cheek and splattered noiselessly on the back of her hand.

There were going to be no surprises this year. No midnight calls to wish her a ‘happy’ birthday. She could not bear it. She was not happy and she could not pretend to be either. So, she had just switched off her cell phone and shut out the world. She would enjoy the birthday gift Vishal had given her.

An aching heart and a lifetime filled with empty moments.

She sniffed. The cool night breeze tickled her nose. She allowed herself a tiny smile. Maybe she was not as lonely as she felt. Maybe, like the silent breeze caressing her skin, she had company she just hadn’t taken time to notice. What was the point of moping at her window night after night anyway?

She sighed. She seemed to like moping. It was as if every moment that might have been a happy one, she determinedly squashed its essence. Vishal meant the will to breathe life into every dream. Vishal meant the zest to live every second to its fullest. Vishal meant the birth of new ideas and the sweet joy of celebrating their success.

Vishal meant marriage and kids.

Just not hers. He was married! How could he lie to her about it? Why had he lied to her about it? How could she have been so foolish to love him? How could she be foolish enough to love him even now? For if she didn’t love him, there was no reason for the unbearable ache, was there?

She could feel a fresh surge of tears, threatening to overwhelm her. She pushed back from the window. She turned her back on the darkness outside and squinted in the golden yellow light of bedside lamp. Any second now, the clock would strike twelve.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

“Happy Birthday Idiot!” she whispered brokenly to herself.
She jumped with a start when she heard the doorbell. She frowned hard at the door. Had she not specifically told everybody to not disturb her tonight? What was with people and their urge to ignore her wishes?

Well, she would just not open the door. They could wait at her doorstep all night if they wanted.

She climbed into her bed and pulled the duvet over her. She did not sleep though. She rested against the pillows and frowned. The doorbell pealed again. She pouted and frowned at the door again. She was more curious than annoyed.

She did not move however. She was determined not to have her peace shattered by anybody. She stared blankly at a crimson petal painted on the duvet cover. The bell rang loud in the silence. She looked towards the door.

Should she check?

She huffed and crossed her hands over chest. Would it be Vishal?

She almost got out of bed. If it was Vishal, then he deserved to spend the night on her doorstep. There was no way she was going to let Vishal in her house or her life ever again.

There it was again. That was the fourth doorbell.

Unable to contain her curiosity and thinking of a million retorts depending on the person on the other side of the door, she shuffled out of bed.

She swung the door open, before the bell could ring for a fifth time. A delivery boy stood there with a bunch of mixed flowers. Frowning, she accepted them and shut the door. They were not the conventional roses. The roses were orange and there were red tulips, with pink carnations and white daffodils!

She smiled. It was difficult not to be pleased with the colorful array of beauty. She fingered the lace delicately woven between the flowers. They were beautiful! Her finger touched something. An enveloped lay cuddled amidst the edelweiss. Edelweiss!! How pretty!

She picked the envelope and nudged it open. A white folded paper floated to the floor.

Curious she unfolded it:

Impatient Imp!

I knew you would open the door before the fifth bell! You always did!

If you are done wallowing over your married boyfriend, wear that blue dress you look so breathtaking in. I hope you still fit into it after all the depressive eating you have indulged in. But, trust me, you will look breathtaking nevertheless.

While you might be content with spending your life pining after some jerk who never deserved you in the first place, I have better plans with mine. I plan to spend the rest of my life, beginning now, with the one woman I have loved for as long as I can remember. It has taken me twenty five years to write this note.

I loved you when you decided to call your first Barbie ‘Bar – bee’, I loved you when you hated doing math, I loved you when you fell off your cycle and scraped your knee, I loved you when you thought you looked fat in your first cocktail dress! I loved you when you clicked your heels into every male’s heart and I loved you when you chose my best friend as your first date.

I loved you when you loved Vishal.

I love you now, when you don’t love Vishal.

And if you keep reading this note without opening the door, I am going to freeze on your doorstep, because this delivery boy uniform is not really warm!

From me to you!

She laughed and raced back to the door. The delivery boy was standing there leaning against the door frame.

“Happy Birthday!” he smiled lazily at her.

“Incorrigible!” she said with a smile. “Of course you expect me to go weak in the knees and run right into your arms!” she added sarcastically.

He straightened up and frowned, “That sounds perfect!” he said finally.



19 comments:

Vinz said...

Impressive...
Loved to the core..!!

Prakhar said...

wow!!

I wish I could write something like this...its a beautiful letter! (I wish I could write that too for someone) :D

rain girl said...

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

i want to be in love all over again :D :D

Lakshmi said...

Wow... That was awesome.. How i love happy endings... :D

Crimson Feet said...

such a wonderfully "awwwwww" moment of someone's life....


:)


so... awwwww

Su said...

Mr. C does "awwww" as well??

Wow.

d gypsy! said...

perfecto

Anjali said...

awwwww! I know my reaction is predictable ...but really awwww...

And what took him so long!!?

blunt edges said...

now that's really cute :D

my fav lines:
"I loved you when you loved Vishal.

I love you now, when you don’t love Vishal."


the kinda stories u come up with is totally worth the wait :D:D:D

The Sage said...

you haven't lost any of that edge, or should i say the mush, i your writing even in spite of these long spells without a post... cheers (green apple twirl wala!!)

Mrinalini said...

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
i guess we are all at a loss of words here, just awwwws :))
a big hug to you making this morning suddenly so romantically beautiful !!

sanely insane said...

I like it when ppl can write chic lit so well...that it brings a smile to the lips :)

ScarletTd1ar1es said...

:) that ended perfectly. luved the part abt the crimson petal on the dovet cover. very innovative. :P

AshenGlow said...
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AshenGlow said...

A perfect concoction for a beautiful love story... :) After all sometimes it takes a heartbreak to understand the amount of love you actually loved someone with.. and sometimes it takes a two and a half decades to reach to real love... the one that'll save you from another heartbreak for good... :)

By the way Beauty.. How you been re? Endeavoring for a few more masterpieces? :)

Shanu said...

Wow that is absolutely lovely!!

Queen Bee said...

I don't know wat to say, except I would love to be loved like that... and who wouldn't? I hope the person who weaves such romance gets the same...write some more :)

VickY said...

ufff i am all smiles :)

aisi post roz roz honi chahiye :)

tc

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gkam said...

Loved it!