Nimz revealed

October 20, 2015

It was a usual afternoon in HER work desk. SHE was busy scribbling something on HER notepad; but HER mind was totally obsessed with that apple pudding waiting for HER in the refrigerator. Bhabhi made it and dropped a box while they went back to home town. SHE is a foodie and can’t resist HER thoughts over it. After a little while, SHE was stomping HER pencil on the table and humming some crazy tunes, receptionist reached HER with a smile & handed an envelope. She wished an Advanced Happy Birthday to HER. SHE gave back a glee and said a Thank You in mere voice. SHE tore the edge of envelope and took that large birthday card out. A wonderful one inscribed with some very beautiful quotes. In the end it’s written HER old room mate’s name. She left the room two months before after completing her course. She was one of the best caring girl she ever met. The best listener to her blah blah. SHE went through the card again and again and kept dialing in the girl’s number. SHE was expecting a wish from her in the midnight, but not something like this. After so many unanswered calls she picked up the phone.
“You Idiot.. Thank You!!”
That was the first sentence came out of HER mouth. After the call SHE felt the chaotic face of HER boss behind.
“What’s that all about?” He asked.
“It’s HER birthday tomorrow!” Someone beside her replied.
“Whoa!” He made a wondering voice.
‘I know you will forget.’ SHE thought in mind.
HER Boss got a heavy memory problem. Especially with dates and numerical.
Then on wards SHE was on that happy mode. Surprises! SHE hate that; SHE hate HER heart beating fast; SHE hate suspense. Birthdays are usual days for HER. Last time SHE was in Dubai, letting the day pass as a usual one. It was a normal day. But this time it’s already abnormal. Damn special.
SHE took an appointment for a walk with HER mate. It’s the only time SHE behaves normal now a days. On those short walks SHE regains herself.
Back in room SHE was thinking about HER 24 years of existence. Every bad memories came swirling and SHE choked that out again.

Right after the dinner while SHE was in another room, busy with some mehendi design business, HER room-mate came and grabbed HER hands. She whispered “Terrace door is open, Come let’s go and check out.”
“Now? But Who? It’s almost midnight.” SHE peeped through the hand rail gaps.
Yes. Its open. SHE followed her room-mate and swung opened the door.
Bash! Happy Birthday to you started ringing through HER ears. “Oh God! You guys!” SHE was like What? When? How? Here? So many unanswered quires and they just handed HER the knife. Only three of them. HER best inmates. SHE was missing the other bunch of girls. SHE knelt down near the cake.
A moment. Thank You Almighty. Thank You for everything good & bad till now. Thank You for every weaker and stronger moments. SHE blown the candles and cut the cake. HER eyes searched for the stars in the sky. The stars are blinking at HER. SHE blinked back. The rest of night they stayed up there in the terrace chatting, clicking and chatting. And yes it is 12.00 am. Completing another round the earth.

21 October 2015

SHE rolled under her blanket at almost 2.00 am in the morning after those unending calls and messages.
Morning was same in office until SHE opened the WordPress and found a post titled How_I_Met_Her from HER lady-love. It almost made HER in to the wedge of tears. SHE stumbled through words to thank HER. While SHE was reading it again and again, HER intercom rang.
“This is from reception, You got a gift here!”
“What? From who?”
“Donno, Told its your friend!”
SHE reached the front office in no time and took the golden wrapped box. No names.
“Who?”
The receptionist smiled.
“Is that a He or She?”
“He is waiting downstairs.”
SHE reached the elevator. It’s still downstairs. SHE took the steps and reached the lobby.
“YOU?”
It was him. HER bestie from college. He gave HER a high-five.
“Happy Birthday.”
“Oh Yeah.” SHE stood smiling with a whole surprised face, placing HER hand over head.
“Don’t surprise me like this. You know, I hate this.”
“But it’s your birthday. Now go & work.”
SHE was out of words. SHE took the wrapped box from reception and headed to HER work station. Pastries. SHE unwrapped the box. A red velvet and a caramel one.
Another ring on HER mobile. Another one from the same gang.
“Hey, Wassup?”
“Nothing.” SHE gave a cold reply.
“Then come downstairs.”
“What?”
“Come re.”
Here again HER other two people are standing right in front of HER smiling.
“Oh God! I asked you guys yesterday itself whether you are free or not. I hate surprises.”
“We can’t help it.”
SHE returned back with the smiles and welled up eyes. SHE had a happy lunch with colleagues and a big one with HER besties.
Back in HER seat and then again a brown envelope with EMS sticker. SHE checked for the sender. It showed HER brother’s name. How? He is abroad. SHE carefully tore the cover and took the paper out. It enclosed a photograph. HER favorite one ( Palm Jumeirah from sky) & an emotional letter from him. SHE dialed his number. *Emotional Talk*
A message popped up in HER Whatsapp from HER blogger friend. Check WP. SHE opened the blog from the favorites tab. Yet again a dedicated wish. The girl in the white scarf.
*Emotions*
SHE told to HERSELF. No more surprises Please..

While HER way back home SHE scrolled again through those wonderful birthday notes send by friends. Home welcomed HER with a Happy Birthday from everywhere. SHE was tired. That made HER ran to kitchen and gulped the dinner. Late night after making sure that SHE thanked everyone SHE crawled under her blanket.

27 October 2015

Intercom rings.
“Hey you got a courier.”
“But I didn’t order anything.”
“But this is for you.”
SHE turned towards her Boss. “Have you ordered anything online in my name.”
“No. Why?”
“Nothing.”
SHE reached the front office. Yeah its directly to HER. Clearly to HER only. In that 75+ employed office, it’s for HER. SHE took the pack and opened it. It was a book. The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch. SHE gave a pause and smiled. SHE know who is behind this anonymous courier. SHE ringed HER big brother. He is the one who only mentioned this book before. SHE yelled at him in a lovely voice. “You know, I hate surprises.”

And this is my birthday story.. Tons and tons of thanks to everyone for that wonderful day.. Making it special.. Thank You Deepthi for the first surprise.. My roomies Akhi, Akhila, Soorya.. Thank You Manu, Remees, KP for turning up.. Rimitha for making it sweet.. Everyone for those wonderful birthday notes.. *Goosebumps*.. Thank You Santo for throwing up a treat to your workers on my Birthday.. That made my day.. Thank you for all the people who lend time to wish me through Facebook and Whatsapp.. Thank you for giving me the privilege to be the name of Whatsapp groups even for that day.. Thank You for the people who changed their status for me.. Thank You my lil bro Shabeer for that cute little pic.. I love you sweet heart.. Thank You my Aaashi for making me feel more and more blessed!! Thank You Sana & Neerja for the posts which decorated my WP that day.. I felt like m a celebrity.. Thank You my Nibin Chettan for that last but wonderful surprise.. Thank You Vichuzz for that wonderful speech you made in the morning (even after forgetting about my birthday.. 😛 )..
Thank You for the calls I got from 12 am that day to the end of the day.. Thank You for that international incoming.. ❤ You people know how much I miss you.. Thank you Santo, KP, Shinilkka, my lil bro Bishnu, my Zaf for writing those cute little birthday notes for me.. 🙂 I thought of sharing it.. But I think its my secret prized possession.. Thank You my Mom & Dad for reminding again that Birthdays are normal days.. Thank You my family (We are always family.. ❤ ) for unending support & care throughout my life till now.. And in the end..
Alhamdhulillah!! 🙂
Thank You Almighty!!
I feel SPECIAL.. :)