No! No! We are not inviting Ajay to your birthday party. Last year, he started a cake fight and ruined your football shaped birthday cake. We couldn’t stop your friends throwing cake at each other,” said my father.
“Our house was a huge mess. There was cake everywhere,” said my mother. “Ajay is my best friend,” said my younger brother Rohan.
His sad looking face melted my father’s heart. “Okay, you can invite Ajay. But Nisha, you’ve got to watch Ajay,” said my father.
“Make sure he doesn’t indulge in any mischievous pranks or no iPad for you for a month,” said my mother, sternly.
So, on the evening of the birthday party, as soon as Ajay entered, I made him stand near me. It was time for the party games. The first game was — passing the parcel. Ritu, a quiet and sweet girl, was the winner. When my mother gave her a gift, another kid Tarun got terribly upset that he did not win. “I want a gift,” cried Tarun and started to roll on the floor.
We couldn’t pacify him and in exasperation I told my mother to give Tarun a gift. “If you give him a gift, others will also cry for a gift,” said Ajay. “Stop crying or we will call your parents and tell them not to send you to birthday parties any more,” said Ajay in a stern, adult-like voice. Immediately the crying stopped.
The next game was Treasure Hunt. “There is a secret treasure. You must find it,” I said.
Games galore
Before I could give them the clues, the kids started running around the house shouting, “Treasure! Treasure!” They threw around the sofa cushions, started opening the drawers and pulling out the contents. My parents stood frozen. I had a difficult time, trying to pull out a chubby kid searching for the treasure inside the refrigerator.
“I found the treasure,” said Ajay holding the treasure chest I had hidden inside a flower pot.
“The next game is Arrange Things in Order,” said Ajay, much to my surprise. “The one who puts back everything in the right place is the winner.”
The cushions were back on the sofa, the drawers were rearranged and everything was in order.
“Everyone gets a gift,” said Ajay, and he asked me to give all the kids their return gifts. All the kids jumped in joy.
“Now it’s time for the birthday cake,” said my mother.
I held Ajay’s hand tight and did not let him get near the cake. This year, my brother had a race car shaped birthday cake. The cake was cut and Ajay helped me to serve. The rest of the evening passed smoothly. Soon, the parents arrived to pick up their kids. My parents were all praise for Ajay, when his father came.
“I forgot to start a cake fight, like last year,” said Ritu.
“Next week is Sana’s birthday. I will start a cake fight there. Bye!” said Ritu as she left with her mother.
“So it was Ritu,” said my father. We all felt guilty for wrongly accusing Ajay for the cake fight.”
All of us laughed on hearing this
Make a wish.
Unscramble the words in the candle to get the clues for the words on the cake.
