Baarah Tareekh ko Baarah Baje.....

He came home travelling the 3 hour distance in the night, timed to arrive at 12 am. He arrived at 11.45 pm. Sat on the doorsteps waiting for the clock (ahem watch, ahem mobile phone) to strike 12.
On the dot, he got up to ring the door bell.
The power...went off.

Not to be deflated, he rang the sleeping wife inside the house.
A groggy, mildly irritated (ahem, very irritated at the power cut) voice answered the call.
Happy Birthday To You......Open the door....
The knight in shining armour (shining because of the mobile phone light) came in armed with a huge chocolate truffle cake (Hot Breads if you need to know)!
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The sweetest thing he could have done in a not so long time (the last was when he vacuumed the home). Especially because we had discussed that he should not come home as he is busy with the client in Pondy and he would have to rush back in the morning. It was unexpected and very very sweet (now why was it sweet?- because the entire day had been a sweet overload- for those who will ask, I will post about it in a couple of days-for this post- suffice that I had eaten cakes the entire day). I cannot believe that barely 6 hours after eating that last chocolate cake, I would be back in full form hogging the cake as if there is no tomorrow. The kids were (un)ceremoniously woken up with threats of pulling the pajamas down, putting nosy on their mouth and going away ghummi in the car without them.
They woke with a ready (Tejas) & Not-so-ready (Ojas) smile and immediately began poking at the cake, on cue (from each other).
No correction- Ojas woke up and asked for his share of the candles on seeing the cake which Tejas had gleefully opened for him and which I was trying to close just in case Ojas decided to kick in his sleep and leave a footprint on the face of the cake.
The candles were duly lit (3 if u asked) and Tejas fretted for a while as his candle refused to burn as bright as the rest.
The cakes were cut by the kids - the husband had thoughtfully got 2 knifes and the knifes were duly licked.
And then portions of cake were demanded- like I want to eat H, I want to eat B or I want to eat the silver beads (when was the last time I had a birthday cake decorated with silver beads ?-when I was a little girl in school I think) - and what was left behind was a mass of poked and prodded mangled cake - but still it's cake.
So those who come in person to wish me, may get a share of the mangled cake.
Don't mind, just think of the love and affection & excitement with which it has been destroyed!-------------------------------------------
Thanks Darling- You just made my day!