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Toys, Chocolates and a Cake


As she walked past the toys shop next to the big China Bazaar, she could not but stop herself from having a look into the magical world stitched in fur, assembled in plastic and wood and drawn from the colorful strands of clay. She had never entered the shop and always just stood outside and wondered if these toys do get alive behind closed doors and switched off lights. The idea of how things which bring smile and happy feelings into everybody could not be full of life was simply rejected by her innocent mind. She had some money and wanted to buy a doll. But she stopped thinking that sooner or later she would grow old for them.

Just three or four shops away was this wooden-finish shop with golden lit lights and a sweet aroma that made her stop and almost reach for the change in her pocket. A huge transparent box with numerous partitions, each holding a different variety of chocolate was placed overlooking the large glass door. Some red, some green, some in the shape of small Christmas trees and some just brown. She wet her lips and started moving ahead, hoping that someone might gift her a box in the future. She could then get to know how those things taste.

She finally stopped in front of the door of an old bakery shop on the corner of the street almost overwhelmed by the mammoth shopping mall.

The shopkeeper asked, “Hello Lady! What can I offer you?”

She quietly pointed at the small heart shaped cake with a red topping of three cherries and a white rose on the top. It was almost the right amount she had saved to buy her what she needed.

Later in the night, when everybody was asleep and the big clock at the railway station stuck twelve, she got up from her bed. With her best efforts not to wake anybody up, she quietly moved across the hallway with her brown parcel in hands. She stopped in front of a window – the beautiful moon shining in the black velvet sky. With those bright, twinkling stars as her company she lit seven small, colorful candles on the cake and with closed eyes – made a wish.

She had a name but no one to relate to. She could not remember any faces other than the matrons and the rest of the children at the orphanage.

She hymned slowly as she cut her first birthday cake,”Happy Birthday to me.”

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  1. May 20, 2012 at 11:05 pm

    Beautiful and heart rendering! sensitive thoughts..Your stories are really subtle but carry a very strong message. Smiling and having hope evenin adversity we can learn from the sweet little girl!

    • May 21, 2012 at 12:27 am

      just carrying the feel and essence I come across from going through such beautiful bloggers !! I appreciate you being there !

  2. May 21, 2012 at 12:57 pm

    This is so sad…and mean lol made me feel for her so much…What a way to end the story…

    • May 21, 2012 at 1:53 pm

      I can’t say you must “like” it….but perhaps these things in reality do happen…there is no start and end for realizing the worth of small things in life !

      • May 21, 2012 at 2:06 pm

        It’s an uncomfortable story to read since it touches the heart so deeply…I love how you have done that with your words…

      • May 21, 2012 at 4:33 pm

        it just happened ! Thank you for those wonderful words!

  3. May 21, 2012 at 5:13 pm

    I loved the story! I mean it! It ends on such a beautiful and optimistic note… It’s like you can almost see the sun rising above the horizon… If each of us had the passion for happiness and life like the little girl, no mountain would be tall enough to overcome…

    • May 21, 2012 at 7:09 pm

      you said it all, may be, even more than I could say with that story. That little girl for me is the balance between choosing your own destiny and believing in luck. Thanks !! Love the way you emphasised upon “I mean it” !! 🙂

  4. May 21, 2012 at 7:36 pm

    HI ! Iam nominating you for the beautiful blogger award as I feel your stories have a sense of beauty in it which is hidden yet visible and felt.check the link for details http://wp.me/p1Zs7k-lE

    • May 21, 2012 at 7:42 pm

      that’s why you are so spl – ‘cas you know how to bring smile and give hope!
      Thanks from my heart for inspiring me (yet again!!)
      I just write in ink – it’s your sense that gives it meaning !

      • May 21, 2012 at 7:44 pm

        beautiful words of appreciation too mean a lot.. even if they in words of praise…coz they define the beauty..

  5. May 22, 2012 at 2:09 pm

    painful, and extremely well written.

    • May 22, 2012 at 6:40 pm

      din’t mean to hurt anyone, sorry if I did ! 😦

      • May 25, 2012 at 2:46 pm

        the story was quite sad. was not it? it touched the heart, so it automatically got a little sad for the girl.

      • May 25, 2012 at 2:54 pm

        when I wrote that story I wanted to keep a balance of humane emotions, hope, tragedy and faith alike. Yes, the silly twists and turns are needed ( curse of being a writer !) but I am glad that it touched you – I mean the little girl !

  6. May 26, 2012 at 12:22 am

    and i thought men cant be sensitive!
    thanks for proving me wrong!!
    🙂

    • May 26, 2012 at 12:31 am

      did I just do something wrong?
      But I am tough and Macho too !!!

      • May 26, 2012 at 12:36 am

        now i wasnt doubting that!

  7. Asifa Zunaidha
    May 27, 2012 at 5:26 pm

    That was too engaging and emotional for words to express (though u did express brilliantly) 🙂

    • May 27, 2012 at 5:34 pm

      being a father or two beautiful daughters – I wish to relate to their perfection in innocence ! Thanks for these graceful compliments !!

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