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Birthday Gift

She stood on her balcony wrapped in a nifty shawl. It was just before dawn and the pink sky looked alluring. A few more moments and the sun sheepishly started to rise. She saw it play peek-a-boo from between the thick forest trees. The golden rays over pink overlay made the sky magical. Then, in one sudden uproar, hundreds of birds took flight... And along with them soared her heart. She had been longing for years to see this magical morning. She stood there for a few more minutes until the sun came over in full glory. The pink was gone but it was a moment that would remain in her heart forever. If only she could preserve it and take it with her from here.

With a deep sigh, she entered her small resort room again. On the bed lay a small box wrapped in a shining golden gift wrapping. Surprised, she came near and read the scribbled words on the note next to it. "Happy birthday, my love!" Oh, she hadn't expected him to bring a gift. She thought the weekend getaway was her gift. With a flutter in her heart she opened it, only to see the momentous desire in her heart fulfilled. Tears of joy rolled down from her eyes, as she held and caressed the pink golden Banarasi saree with woven birds in flight. Now she knew... Morning prayers do come true and she will take a piece of the morning sky with her from here.


© Nishtha Khurana, 2019. All rights reserved. The text as well as the pictures are both subject to copyright and are the property of the author. Please do not copy or reproduce without permission.



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