Am I invited to your birthday treat, I ask. After a small pause, I hear you say, you have invited couple of your best friends and your sister over to Nanglo’s at Basantpur. Those words of yours gave no hint. I kept pressing with the same question over and again. Am I invited? After another pause, I could hear your faint voice saying yes, you are invited meet you at 5. We had a brief conversation that ended with good-bye for the day. I did not know why but I hold on to the phone and kept smiling, thinking of the day I would celebrate your birthday with you. How wonderful, how special that made me, only I knew.
Even before your invitation, I had a birthday gift ready for you. Boys do not spend lot of time in the gift shop. I was accompanied by a friend who would help me select the best gift- the first gift, which would explain myself better. I bought two gifts having difficulty deciding one. My friend has a shop in new road, if I was not invited I would have asked you to visit his store - that was the plan.
I was the last to arrive. As my friend was sick I had to drop by his house at lazimpath, to collect the gifts that he guarded with his life. Upon arrival I noticed you started ordering momo’s and fries. By the time, I made it to the table came the eye turner -the sizzler, your sister’s order. Trying to debate myself whether or not to hand the presents over right then, I hold onto it for a little longer. As we rise to leave, I hold the present for you to accept. You were overjoyed, politely you say “thank you.” I could read your sisters mind by the way she was gazing at the gift. She wanted to tear open, see what’s inside but you hold onto it and insist you would rather open it alone. I looked at you, you looked at me our eyes transfixed, and we both smile.
Wishing you all the best, and Happy Birthday.

“I live for, the little moments, like this”