when the moon was bright,
when the wind was rattling,
and the stars were dazzling...
When Mother Earth bathed in the light of the moon,
and a falling star promised good times soon,
when the world was full of ecstasy and joy,
Her birthday had only seconds to pass by.
When the clock approached twelve like the tick tock of sandals,
I knew it was time to blow out the candles.
Well, let me give some cluesShe is the one who is always very modest She is the one who mesmerizes all by her beautiful creations She is the one who never disobeys😳She is the one who shows us all reel capturesShe is the friend who cares,with you and for youShe is very young and have lot of dreamsShe is cool ,calm poised 
Xarina Deepika aka Deepz stood in front of the poster and smiled. She had exercised extreme patience, wit and cunning to reach her idol and she stood proudly, clutching her autograph book and pen in hand, close to having her dream become a reality.
The beeping of a car horn made her jump and she dropped her book and pen. As she bent to pick them up a push from behind sent her sprawling and she found herself among the rain and the dirt. Her clothes soiled and wet. She imagined the smirks from people and stood up with a heavy heart. Her dearest wish would not be achieved.
Taunts flew at her and she looked in their direction. Five lads stood a short distance away, making fun of her and the state of her clothing.
"Deepika ko milna chathi hai. Woh to tum ko dikhe be nahi." One sneered at her. His friends laughed out loud. Deepika bunched her hand into a fist. Anger replaced despondency. She marched up to the loudest one.
"You pushed me over on purpose," she accused. The lad laughed at her.
"What if I did? What are you going to do about it?" She stepped forward to give him a piece of her mind and without any recourse they continued to belittle her. Although despondent she continued her tirade against them and such she did not notice the limo with the tinted windows stop behind her.
The lads stopped their shamelessness and stood with their mouths open as the door opened.
"Why are you harassing this young girl?" A man's voice carried out from the limo. "Have you no shame?"
"Yeh aaye thi Deepika ko milne." The boys laughed. "Iss halat mei." He pointed to her clothing. The hand beckoned her to the car. She stepped forward and peered in. Ranbir Kapoor smiled at her.
"Come with us. We shall soon get you cleaned up." Deepz hesitated. However, she made out the figure of Neetu Singh, mother of Ranbir and agreed. She hesitated a little but Neetu sensed the reason and reassured her.
"Don't worry, get in and we will sort you out. What is your name?" She told them.
Deepz cast a triumphant look at the lads who had harassed her. They stood, sheepishly as she got into the limo.
She chatted with them, telling them about her journey and her dearest wish. So caught up was she that she did not realise that they had come to a stop.
At the hotel, Deepz was shown to a plush suite.
"There are fresh towels in the bathroom. You freshen up and I will get you something nice to wear. You will be our guest at our table. Someone will bring you some clean clothes shortly." Neetu informed her. "We will have to hurry though. The function starts in two hours." Deepz looked on amazed. She blinked a few times as if to waken from her dream. When she realised that it wasn't she smiled brightly and headed off to the bathroom to clean up.
As she began to emerge from the bathroom she heard a sound and held back.
"Deepz. Are you in here?" Deepz opened the bathroom door a crack and peered through it. The owner of the voice laughed. "It's alright, it's only me." Deepz emerged, starstruck. Her heroine, Deepika Padukone stood before her. Not only that, but she had a beautiful sari in her hands. "I brought you one of my outfits." She held it out for her.
Deepz almost flew out of the bathroom instead she took the sari and quickly got ready before emerging.
Deepika smiled at her namesake and gave her a hug.
"So you are my biggest fan?" Neetu Aunty told me all about you." She took the autograph book that Deepz had picked up. "Are you excited for the show?" Deepz nodded.
"Very," she replied. "I have waited so long for this." Deepika laughed.
"And now you feel like you are dreaming?" Deepz nodded. "Well it is not a dream." Deepika led her to the dresser and did her makeup and styled her hair. "Stunning," she commented. "We had better go down. I have to prepare."
Deepz sat at the table. Guest of honour of the Kapoors and pinched herself many times. The bruises appearing told her that she was, indeed wide awake and she relaxed to enjoy the evening. Clapping and singing along with everyone.
And then the surprise came. Deepika came to the end of her piece and took the mike.
"Hello everyone," she greeted the audience. "I have a favour to ask of you all. Today is the birthday of a friend whom I had not met till today. Will you all join me in singing "Happy Birthday," to her? Her name is Deepika too." The audience whooped their agreement and the band struck up the chords. The spotlight homed in on Deepz and shone on her brightly. Blushing furiously, she looked around her. Everyone was singing to her. All the stars too, she felt extremely blessed.
At the end Deepika came to her table and hugged her.
"Happy birthday," she wished her and handed her the autograph book and a bag full of goodies. "For you," she told her.
The rest of the evening passed like a blur. Deepz sang and danced with the best of them, but her favourite part was being with Deepika the whole evening and chatting and laughing with her like old friends.
Sadly though it had to come to an end but as she sat on her bed, the following morning she wondered if she had dreamt it all. Then her foot hit something. She picked it up and knew it wasn't a dream. She had the bag of goodies from the night before. Delving in she pulled out posters, photographs, film memorabilia and she also had the sari she had worn. The autograph book caught her eye and she picked it up, wondering if Deepika had given her an autograph.
The book was full. Not just by Deepika but all the stars who were present. But she would cherish Deepika's message most of all. It read:
"Deepz it was an honour to have met you. I hope you had the happiest of birthdays, last night and I will make sure that we will celebrate all your other birthdays too. Keep in touch." Below it was a mobile number. Deepz smiled broadly, took her diary and danced happily around her room.
OK Deepz. There you have it. I am no Deepika Padukone but I hope that you will enjoy my offering. Have the happiest of birthdays and may all your wishes come true.
All the best
Xari
So friends as deepz birthday party has started ...time to go for eating.. yummy😛
Tum Se Tum Tak
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