It was finally her birthday. New clothes are what every girl would want but she wasn’t interested in anything of that sort. She turned 26. Tantra cherished this moment. Successful, happy and faraway from the clichéd boundaries of feminine penchants. Birthdays for her weren’t a day to donate to the neighbouring charity.
She did that every month. It wasn’t spending time with her friends and wear a cake all over her face. It wasn’t giving them a booze party as well. It wasn’t waiting for the gifts she would receive from them. It wasn’t a day to logon to Facebook and count the wishes she received and reply to all of that.
For her a birthday is spending time with her parents and thank them for bringing her into this world. She just spends the entire time with them at home on this day. According to her, if it wasn’t for them she wouldn’t have got those friends. Tantra never purchased new clothes on her birthday. She sat home.
Tantra stood in her balcony and just stared out. A slide show of her life breezed past her eyes. She smiled and kept smiling even broadly. Her friends never agreed with the logic she had with regards to not celebrating her birthday. She managed to keep all of them at bay.
The reason why Tantra doesn’t buy new clothes for her birthday is just because she knows there are a million kids walking naked on the streets this very moment. She doesn’t go out to eat on her birthday just because she is aware of the fact that a kid out there hasn’t had a morsel for over a week. The kid might have filled its tummy with only tap water.
And finally millions of kids don’t even know who their parents are, forget about the day they were born.
Tantra can atleast point and show that these are her parents.
On the wall. Her parent’s photos.
A garland clinging on each of the frames.
[N.B. Here’s wishing Arundhati Roy a very Happy Birthday (24th November) Thanks for inspiring.]