Er. Piyush Pandey

Children Stories Drama

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Er. Piyush Pandey

Children Stories Drama

A Tearful Celebration

A Tearful Celebration

3 mins
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My parents organized my 10th Birthday Party at my home and all the close friends and relatives were present for the celebration. I was so excited and happy seeing the gifts that people were presenting me and a beautiful strawberry cake decorated with cherry with my name written in italics by apple flavoured jam.


After cutting the cake and receiving beautiful gifts from all the loving guests, me, with my friends, gathered in another room and started our friendly gossips.

One of my very dear friend, Smriti, was not there as she was enjoying soft drinks with other group of friends. I don't know why I lost my mind and started criticising Smriti in front of my friends. "She is really a bad girl, she never completes her homework, she always fights with me and I just hate her". Listening to me my friends also accompanied by complaining more about how bad Smriti is. After criticising Smriti for 2-3 minutes, all of us went for dinner. After dinner I offered return gifts to my friends and everybody was about to leave for their homes as the party was over.


As I started to see off all my friends, Smriti came to me. She did not say a single word but just kept looking at me for few seconds. Looking at her I felt as if her tearful eyes were asking me, "Why Piyush, why you did this to me? Am I so bad, am I so heartless, am I so unimportant for you?" There was deep silence for few seconds and then with a pinch of smile on her face she sad, "Bye Piyush, I really enjoyed the party".


As she was moving forward, tears rolled down my eyes. I felt like I should lock myself in a room and slap myself as hard as I can. But the pain of that slap on my face will not be as severe as my friend Smriti was feeling right now. I remember her purchasing my favourite colour shirt as my birthday gifts few days back, I remember her deciding the colour of my birthday cake and how can I forget that she was the one who decorated my cake that day so beautifully as if it was her own Birthday. 

"Oh God, how could I ever do it. Why I became so rude and crossed all the limits?". When all the guests were gone, I went to my bedroom. To my surprise my parents were already there. While I was doing all the nonsense in that party, they were secretly watching me. My mom just slapped me on my face and said, "we never expected such kind of character of you".


I bent down on my knees, touched my mother's feet and stated crying bitterly, "Slap me more mom, just slap me more. Just one slap is not sufficient. Keep slapping me till I actually feel the same pain what Smriti's heart felt that day. Slap me mom, don't stop", I shouted.


My mother just hugged me tight and started crying. She offered me a glass of water and looking into my eyes said, " Good people never talk bad about other people. Insulting others is not a fun game. I know you have realised your mistake. So, it's ok. Just forget".


This incident shook me from inside. Now I will not say what you should do how you should be in your life.

Just one sentence, "Please don't speak, if don't have anything nice to say".



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