DAY 50 OF MY CREATIVE WRITING JOURNEY. THE PROMPT WAS TO CONTINUE WRITING AFTER THE SENTENCE ENDS “At a certain point in her life…”
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At a certain point of time in her teenage, Raha decided to stop celebrating her birthdays.
She was just a fifteen-year-old girl. Her birthdays used to be grand celebrations.
This year was special for them as their only child was going to be sixteen-year-old. Therefore, this year’s event was going to be larger than ever before.
She had heard her father talking about booking an island somewhere in Indian ocean. They had hired a special agency for this very event.
Yet, Raha didn’t inform them about her decision until a few days before her birthday, when she heard about the booking of tickets and hotel rooms.
But as she shared her decision with them, all hell broke loose. It was a shock for them, as they were unable to comprehend the reason behind such a harsh decision.
Her parents pleaded her for hours to let them know the reason. She just said over and over again: – ‘Mumma, there is no particular reason, I just don’t like birthdays anymore, especially mine.’
But it was not enough for her parents.
After asking her for hours, her mother said – “okay, you don’t want to tell, don’t tell us anything. But if we can’t celebrate your arrival in our lives then we won’t be celebrating ours as well.”
Was it just an empty threat? Raha thought for a moment.
She knew that her mother was a woman of her words. So, it worried her and brought her into tears.
She said, “Mumma, I find it overwhelming when so many people are around me, cheering for me, wishing me ‘happy birthday’ and bringing me presents from distant parts of the world. I just can’t handle all this. I want a simple life. I can’t handle the change in treatment towards me on my birthday and then next day.”
Listening to her daughter, Raha’s mother also began to cry, tears rolled on her cheeks.
She hugged her daughter and said, “okay, my baby! We won’t celebrate your birthday in the grand manner that we do. Whatever you wish, we will do. But can we wish you the way, we treat you every day.”
“Yes, Mumma,” said Raha, and hugged her mother.
PS – This is the 50th day of my journey to write everyday for next one year.