Eleven:11
Eleven; the day Hera was dedicating his most of the time for, time when he was not working, time he was not ordering people around, time he was not driving was here and the gift for Monsoon was ready to be handed over to her; but and such a big but, he had acquired the latest high in town! The Fever.
Eleventh day of the month; only once in a year did it come and Hera had planned big things for just the two of them and it had all evaporated with steam due to his own body heat! And to top it over, he could not get the plan postponed nor could he spare the amount again what he had already spent in booking those places; that table at that exclusive class hotel!
And there was little chance Hera was going to feel any better by the evening and to top it all up, his Mom was out of station along with kid bro; and Dad had an important meeting! Hera was all alone for the day; but he did not feel that bad about being alone. He was just not feeling well about not being able to hand over the gift to Monsoon on her birthday!
Even Monc was not there for he had his exam this very day; and all those involved with race were too involved in race; they took off to finalise the route for once and all. A dry run to mark the best time as well as to check if there are any construction or work in progress sites, one ways etc…
There was no one who would disturb him, no one who would ask him anything; such peace is seldom available to any one in this world; and still all Hera wanted was to be with Monsoon; and there she was.
No one had ringed that doorbell since morning, and no one was expected till late night, and still some body had; and Monsoon had walked in. Hera just out of curiosity; pinched himself, seeing that Monsoon burst into laugh and Hera followed suit.
Monsoon: “So surprised!
Hera: Grinning! “Yeah! Happily surprised! Is it my birthday or yours?”
Monsoon: “Mine!”
Hera: “Then here is your gift!” Bringing out the much decorated box; containing a make up box.
Monsoon: “Thank you! It has been a week or so since we have seen each other, since race thing has started.”
Hera: “I know!”
Monsoon: “I know too! And I am glad that you have found something other than me.”
Hera: “Hey! its not other than you, all I am trying to do is help Avir get his dream car.”
Monsoon: “Ok! So what do you want to eat? I owe you a party!”
Hera: Out of nowhere; he just blurted out “What ever you Cook!”
Monsoon: “Ok!”
And Hera watched in amazement, how she knew most of the stuff in kitchen as well as what he would enjoy for dinner. The menu was simple, but it was what Hera would never give a miss:
Main Dish was Ladies finger with Chapati (Thin roti) and some salad.
It just took her about 45 minutes too cook enough for both of them and also make some extra for Hera’s father and few chapatis even for the next day, as oven was available, she thought they would be useful. And they were.
She then laid down the table for just the two of them, and served well, Hera gobbled it up, and loved the taste very much. He enjoyed it, till it lasted. Then they watched TV for some time and before it would start to get dark, she left.
On 11th; Hera had got one of the best gifts of his life for as long as he could remember. Hera slept with a satisfied smile that night!
Good Night!
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