“Hey sis, what surprise shall we
plan for mom & dad’s 25th wedding
anniversary?” It was just a week away and I was
still struggling for an idea. She was just pacing around in her frustration “Argh, I’m trying to think of one since last one month. So far we have
given greetings, made fancy craft items, and surprised them with gifts on their
previous anniversaries. But this particular one needs to be very special, one
that is memorable especially for them”. I was thinking over the pointers
which she mentioned “Whatever we plan it should be about
them rather than what we feel for them. Let us jot down a few memories they
have shared with us of their golden days. We shall figure out something on that
line.”
For the next few days we were
recollecting the memories in a labyrinth of our thoughts.
“Tell me what you got.” I said as we sat down to combine our ideas. “Dad always talks
about how delighted he was when he ate Bhakri (round flat unleavened bread)
made by mom for the first time and that it was the main reason that led to
their marriage.” I recalled it and immediately noted it down as she
continued. “Also he loved the way
mom blushed on the marriage day.” I was astounded to see how she remembered these minor
details. “Yes! I know dad
always mentions it.” I said as I noted yet another point. Being an elder
child I knew the hardships they went through together. She read my face “Yeah Big B also
mention the tough times.” I wrote it down with a smile seeing my little sister
behaving like elder. “Dad is very generous” she mentioned “And mom is
strong-willed” I said completing the sentence. “Great!! Write them
down.”
“Show me the points you wrote.” She snatched the notepad and went through the list with
sheer focus. I took this time to think of some good way of presenting these
memories. “Good! We got quite a
few of their quality memories. Come on now rhyme them.” She asserted snapping
me out my mind palace. “What?” I was taken aback. “Rhyme it. I’ve given you the words now use your magic and
rhyme it.” She said with all the
excitement in the world. I was amazed at how my little sister is growing and
becoming smarter like me. *WIDE GRIN* “That’s a great idea to present those evergreen memories in
a rhyme.” I patted her thanking
for this wonderful idea.
It was now my time to implement the rest of the plan. I was going through
list forming verses. This was its outcome:
It
all started with a bhakri...
Dad
ko patt gai ek chokri...
Beautiful
si thi woh...
Dil
ko chu jaane waali uski muskan...
Dad
ussi mein kho gaye...
Aur
bana li usse apni jaan...
Aaj
hi ke din woh ek saath huye...
Woh
kehte hai na "Bane hai ek duje ke liye"...
Saath
mein unhone kiya labma safar...
Kabhi
sidhi toh kabhi tedi thi dagar...
Hausala
na haare, chalte rahe woh saath saath...
Ek
dusare ka leke haatho mein haath..
Ek
taraf hai dayavan...
Toh
dusri aur buland mann...
Happy
25th Aniversary...
Our
dear Sangeeta & Kiran...
“WOW! Bro, this is wonderful.” She exclaimed after reading the rhyme. I was more than happy to be able to
carve this piece out of those beautiful memories.
Finally the day dawned. We arranged
for a simple get-together at home, making sure our parents weren’t aware of our
little surprise.
“Happy Anniversary!” we all said in unison. Me, my sister
and our extended family everyone had gathered to celebrate the auspicious day.
Our parents were happy to see everyone and were thanking them for their
presence and their blessings.
“OK! Everyone please settle down. I
have something to present for this made for each other couple.” As everyone settled down I cleared my throat to give a dramatic effect.
Gathering all the strength in me I said “Dear mom dad this one is for you two from all of us here.” I read the lines slow and in rhythm in-between looking up to see their
reactions. I was delighted to see them recalling those days with every word I
spoke. As I finished it everyone clapped and appreciated me. I took a bow and
mentioned my sister’s genuine involvement. I and sis went ahead and hugged our
parents. They were smiling with tears in their eyes. “We love you!” was all that we could tell each other.
Because the feelings we were experiencing were beyond words.
To my surprise grandma gave me a 100
rupee note as a token of appreciation. I was so excited. It was my first income
through my writing. I had smile on my face and peace in my heart. I looked at
everyone as I took the money. They all were nodding in agreement with grandma.
All of them together gave me an optimistic sight of my future with my writing.
This was my #lookup story which
wouldn’t have been narrated without https://housing.com/lookup giving me a platform.
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