10th August
Dear Diary,
It was 7th August and nobody in this house had prepared for the birthday. It was Mamma's birthday. But where was she? I was screaming myself hoarse but nobody seemed to understand. I banged my head yet it was all useless. The kind lady showed me a photo from the fallen suitcase. It was Mamma's photo. But I screamed even more. This was not going the right way. Vikram Uncle came and tried to pacify me. But I was beyond reasoning. I was screeching now. My throat was hurting, my head was paining and I was getting tired by the minute. Didn't they know what was done on a birthday? Had they never celebrated a birthday in this house before? Where were the festivities? Vikram Uncle guessed that a cake was needed. So Abhi's mum rang up Papa and told him to buy a cake.
"Happy Birthday to you……"
The past wasn't really a complete blur
Something on this day had surely occurred
It was Mamma's birthday, it was no mistake
But why couldn't I see her blessed cake?
Good night Diary, it been a rather tiring day……..but it ended well for me.