As Chintu cut the cake, he smashed a big piece onto Rohan’s face. A food fight broke out. By the end, Chintu’s white shirt looked like a chocolate factory had exploded on it. His hair was sticky with jam, and his cheeks were smeared with cream.
Chintu had been waiting for this day for exactly 365 days. Ever since his last birthday, when he had blown the candles off a small vanilla cake, he had been planning the next one. Chintu Ka Birthday
His mother sat next to him. “Tired, baby?” As Chintu cut the cake, he smashed a
“Yay!” clapped Meera.
His mother, still sleepy, pulled him into a hug. “Happy Birthday, my little Sher Khan.” She had already decorated the living room with green and yellow balloons, cutouts of Mowgli and Baloo, and a large banner that read: His hair was sticky with jam, and his
But the best moment was the cake. It was a large, three-tiered chocolate cake with a plastic Hathi (elephant) on top. When his mother lit the five candles (Chintu was turning five, going on fifteen), the room went dark.
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