The Birthday Party
The phone rang again.
Suneel picked up. It was Sheetal again. “Papa you will come on time
wont you?” “Yes sweetie, don’t worry. I will be there soon. Go help
mom and nani to decorate the drawing room ok.” It was Sheetals 12th
birthday party and all her friends were coming. It was 4 p.m. and
Vaishali and Aradhana had already arrived. The rest of the gang
was supposed to come at 6 p.m. sharp. Sheetal was worried because
her papa could be late what with all the work at the office.
Neelima, Sheetal’s mom had invited family friends too. Mrs. Sinha
was coming with her granddaughters Arushi and Shambhavi. The Shrivastavas
were coming but would be a bit late because they were going to drop
their house guests to the airport first. The Mehtas, Mr. and Mrs.
Verma and Radha and Sameer were coming too. Then Sheetal’s nani,
Mrs. Nigam had already come with her two maids, Shanti and Naina.
Both the maids were busy in the kitchen helping the cook Shyam and
his wife Mira. Mohan the Gardner was busy arranging flowers in different
vases to be put all around.
playing in the garden with her two friends. The bell rang
and Bahadur, the chowkidar, opened the door. It was the man
from the cake shop. “Oh! Goody! The cake has arrived,” shrieked
Aradhana and went inside with the other two to inspect the
cake shaped like a clown holding lots of balloons. ‘Oh! Its
super Sheetal,” chorused her friends. “Nani, did you see my
cake? It is so nice and yummy,’ asked an overexcited Sheetal.
“Yes yes dearie I have. It has to be the best because it’s
my favourite darling’s birthday cake,” smiled Mrs. Annapoorna
Nigam. She loved her granddaughter very much, more so because
she couldn’t see much of her other grandchild Vivek who was
in America staying with his parents, Sheetal’s mama Ranjit
and her mami Priya.
“Naniji come to the
kitchen please. See if the samosas are coming out well,” called
Naina. “Coming, coming dear,” said Mrs. Nigam. ‘Ah! The samosas
as well as the kachoris smell delicious. How about the gulab jamuns
Shanti? Better hurry up. There are still lots left to fry.” “Don’t
worry Naniji. They will be ready on time.” “What are you doing Mira?
Oh! You are getting the dahi baras ready, good. Where is Shyam?
Has he made the club sandwiches and shami kebabs yet?” asked a slightly
flustered Neelima. ‘Go and rest beta. I will see to all the preparations,”
smiled Mrs. Nigam, patting her daughter on her shoulder.
The children and Neelima rested for awhile and then started to get
ready. Dhanno danced into the house with ironed clothes for the
evening. “Naina, take Naniji’s sari. Don’t spoil the pressed folds,”
admonished Dhanno. ‘Where is my bakshish mem saab?” “You will get
everything. Come early in the morning and Sheetal herself will give
you your new suit.” “Thank you, mem saab,” smiled Dhanno.
Both Sheetal’s friends were getting ready while she had already
worn her new frock which her nani had given her. At last the guests
arrived and the celebration began. Everyone was served cold drinks
first by the three maids while cheery music played in the background.
The last of the guests arrived. It was seven but Suneel was still
not around. He had called at a quarter past six and told Sheetal
he was just about to leave the office. She expected her father latest
by twenty to seven because the office was close by and Arjun the
driver had gone to pick Suneel up at a quarter to six, just after
picking up and dropping the cold drink crates.. Now the clock showed
seven fifteen and still no sign of the master of the house. Sheetal
felt like crying. Her friends were all playing passing the parcel
but she was standing near the window looking out at the lighted
At seven thirty even Neelima started feeling a bit uneasy. She came
and whispered to her mother “ma what do you think could have happened?
No one is answering the office phone and the cell is switched off.
Where could Suneel have gotten to? Sheetal is about to cry.” “Don’t
worry Neelam. He will be here soon.” Just then Suneel’s car turned
into the driveway and Sheetal ran outside. ‘Papa why are you so
late? You promised you will be at my party on time.” Suneel got
down from the car but he was not alone. A sweet little boy of about
five years old got down from the car and smiled at Sheetal. “Papa
who is this?” questioned Sheetal. “I will tell you everything sweetheart.
Once inside Neelima and her mom bombarded Suneel with questions
about the newcomer. “First of all Sheetal come here and take your
special present,” said Suneel sitting on the sofa. Sheetal came
to him and he gave her a box wrapped in a golden wrapping paper.
Together with the bigger box there was a small box too. The card
on the smaller box read ‘with love to Sheetal didi from Vibhor.’
The bigger box contained a lovely wrist watch with a golden band
from her father. “Thank you papa. It is a super gift. What’s in
this box? She opened the smaller box and found a small box of her
favorite lemon cream chocolates. “Thank you Vibhor,” Sheetal smiled
shyly at the him. The little boy came and stood next to her slowly
groping and finding her hand. He held it tightly looking up at her
with a radiant smile. “Papa who is this boy,” asked Sheetal.
Suneel smiled all around and introduced the small boy as Vibhor,
his long lost friend’s son. “Do you remember Neelima, I had told
you about my college as well as school best friend Kaushal. Well
this is his son. Just as I was leaving the office a man came to
me with Vibhor and a letter from Kaushal in which he had written
that he had had a love marriage and was staying in Pune with his
wife Leshma and son Vibhor. Leshma died in a fire a few years back
and Kaushal lost al interest in life. He started drinking all day
and night and very soon his liver gave out. He died a week back
and had written to me before, that after he was dead, Vibhor would
be sent to me. He got my address through another common friend,
Kishor who had met him accidentally while in Pune for a holiday.
Kishor came and fetched the boy from Pune and has sent him to me
through his manager.
Kaushal wanted me
to keep Vibhor with me as an adopted son but I will only do so if
you and Sheetal are pally with the idea. Otherwise he can go to
boarding school.” There was an uneasy calm all around while people
looked at each other with surprised expressions. At last, Neelima
spoke “I wouldn’t mind a ready made son but it all depends on Sheetal.”
Sheetal whispered to her father, “papa do you think if I let Vibhor
stay with us, you will love him more?” “No darling, you are the
best. My wonderful gift from God and I love you more than anything
in my life, but I think I will love your brother a lot too,” smiled
her father. “That is fine papa,” said Sheetal and took her new brother’s
hand and marched into the dining room calling, “come on everyone,
let’s cut the cake.” There was laughter all around and much eating
and drinking. At night, Sheetal put her arms around her father and
said, “thank you papa for such a wonderful birthday present. I love
you even more for giving me a sweet little brother to care for.”
The stars shone a shade brighter that night and the two children
slept a tired but dreamless sleep. Now Sheetal was twenty one and
Vibhor fourteen and they were devoted to each other. Neelima was
thrilled by Vibhor’s exam results and Suneel had already started
talking to others about how very soon his son Vibhor would be helping
him in his business concerns. Shyam and Mira loved to make besan
halwa for Vibhor baba who also always made them smile with his ready
to be told jokes. Sheetal couldn’t imagine a more loving brother
and she always showered him with care, love and special presents.
Contributing Story Teller: Amita enjoys
writing stories and poems. She has strong editing and translation
skills. [email protected]
Want to get a short
story written for children? Do you want someone to write inspirational
stories for your magazines, website or newsletter? Contact her at