It was almost midnight and I woke up hearing a loud noise. Some one was knocking on the door. From the sound, it was obvious that there was more than one person outside. I woke up in half sleep and opened the door. Flash lights went off and the gang outside caught me by my hands. They pulled me outside and I was taken towards the brick wall.
I wondered what they were going to do with me. Two of them continued to hold me and the rest moved backward. There was a burning candle on top of something, at a distance. I struggled to reach the candle. But the firm grip of the two stopped me and I couldn’t move atleast an inch ahead. Flash lights shoot off. I tried and tried, got tired and finally gave up.
The two of them receded and another four from the gang came towards me. Two of them hold my two hands and the other two hold my legs and pulled me up and then I found myself in the air, horizontal to the ground. Then only I realized that there was a sizeable crowd in front of me. Ten! Twenty! Thirty! Forty! Was there even more?
They were all shouting at me. I tried several times to release myself from the hands which hold me. But it all ended in vain.
“By the power of?” Some one from the gang yelled and someone else kicked my butt to red.
“Rekha!” I screamed all of a sudden. I didn’t know from where this word came to my mouth that time.
They took me a little further, towards the candle light. Flash lights show themselves again.
“By the power of?” I heard it once again. This time, it was a whack with a sneaker.
“Smitha!” This word followed the sound and I was moved a little further.
With every such question, a girl’s name came out from my mouth and I was moved more and more towards the candle. Whacks, kicks, slaps etc enriched my back.
When I was some what close to the candle, someone ordered me to blow off the candle. I tried but the candle was just outside my reach. After a lot of effort and when I was almost tired, some mercy soul pushed me ahead.
The clock had just passed 12 am. And finally, I made it! I blew off the candle!
“Happy birthday to you”
“Happy birthday to you”
“Happy birthday dear (Jithu)”
“Happy birthday to you”
The crowd was singing, rather saying, in one voice!
Then I realized that the entire ordeal I went through for about fifteen minutes was for my mistake of being born! But yeah, it was fun! :-)
I wondered what they were going to do with me. Two of them continued to hold me and the rest moved backward. There was a burning candle on top of something, at a distance. I struggled to reach the candle. But the firm grip of the two stopped me and I couldn’t move atleast an inch ahead. Flash lights shoot off. I tried and tried, got tired and finally gave up.
The two of them receded and another four from the gang came towards me. Two of them hold my two hands and the other two hold my legs and pulled me up and then I found myself in the air, horizontal to the ground. Then only I realized that there was a sizeable crowd in front of me. Ten! Twenty! Thirty! Forty! Was there even more?
They were all shouting at me. I tried several times to release myself from the hands which hold me. But it all ended in vain.
“By the power of?” Some one from the gang yelled and someone else kicked my butt to red.
“Rekha!” I screamed all of a sudden. I didn’t know from where this word came to my mouth that time.
They took me a little further, towards the candle light. Flash lights show themselves again.
“By the power of?” I heard it once again. This time, it was a whack with a sneaker.
“Smitha!” This word followed the sound and I was moved a little further.
With every such question, a girl’s name came out from my mouth and I was moved more and more towards the candle. Whacks, kicks, slaps etc enriched my back.
When I was some what close to the candle, someone ordered me to blow off the candle. I tried but the candle was just outside my reach. After a lot of effort and when I was almost tired, some mercy soul pushed me ahead.
The clock had just passed 12 am. And finally, I made it! I blew off the candle!
“Happy birthday to you”
“Happy birthday to you”
“Happy birthday dear (Jithu)”
“Happy birthday to you”
The crowd was singing, rather saying, in one voice!
Then I realized that the entire ordeal I went through for about fifteen minutes was for my mistake of being born! But yeah, it was fun! :-)
