Bright Eye
Today is his b’day, a day to celebrate his born, not just as a human, but most importantly as a MAN. She got up early this morning excited, all smiley from morning to breakfast, serving to not ever being served, washing dishes to listening to orders from household work to today’s preparation. Why? coz it was her MAN’s celebration day. She already prepared the whole day in her eyes, months ago, from decoration to food, clothes to gift, visualizing happy & smiling faces.
She has never celebrated her b’day, the reflection of her being born was reflected by him, saying “Happy Birthday”. She felt fulfilled by only this much, thinking “more felt, less said”. Thinking may be he would bring her favorite sweet in the evening to express his happiness of her being brought into his life but his gratefulness started & ended from H to Y in 0.01 sec & the day ended. Next year, then the next, another next & one another NEXT she stood in the same place on same day to hear something more but her existence does not deserve more than those 0.01 sec, it felt to her “not felt, not said”.
Everything was ready by the decoration team, bakers, lightening team & the whole work comprised of one member i.e. SHE but the judges to find flaws were much bigger in number. “Table cover must be a match to his tie, change it, now.” “Prepare more tissues, in advance, he do not like to get his hands dirty. Be ready with it when needed extra.”
After making her home look beautiful & pretty, she got prepared his clothes to dress up when he returns from office also a cup of tea to help him sober up from office stress. Everyone was dressed up from home to family members, cake to walls, table to roof; from morning to evening there was the massive change in the patterns of curtain to colors of settee but one thing remained same was the LOOK on her face & her clothes. She was indulge so much into her pleasure of Him that saw all but herself. When she realized to fulfill her duty of welcoming the guest as his wife, her place was already occupied as if WIFE can be replaced by anyone, any gender, any member of the house.
Today is not just his day but even her day. The dream of celebrating her b’day has come true but cake did not have her name on it. But still She felt full looking over the lightened candles, he surrounded by many people, everyone singing song for him, giving blessings to live long, smearing cake over the faces & suddenly, while she was standing at the corner of the room in her morning clothes, ready to get the order, she heard being asked to serve the cake to all. She felt unreplaceable atleast for something. Still She felt absolute, as if those blessings were for her, as if it was her day, it was her b’day; as if she was being celebrated for being BORN.
