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Swami 🥑 🔗 photo this is the shittiest pastry known to mankind
I laughed at the text he sent me, the pastry was brutally stabbed by the fork laying beside the dismantled pastry on the plate.
He went back to Bhopal yesterday, for the last hearing hopefully, he said he wanted to be here for my birthday but since the hearing was scheduled for tomorrow morning, he had to leave early.
I could picture his expression of disgust as he faced the unfortunate pastry. He's so dramatic.
Me That's what you get for going to bakeries that aren't mine.
I hit send as I got up and walked into the kitchen, clicking a picture of the cupcakes I left on the kitchen island to cool down and forwarding it to him.
Sahaj had been insistent about being there for my birthday, but with the hearing coming up, I understood why he couldn't. It wasn't a big deal, at least not to me.
I wasn't big on celebrating my birthday, a cake and ordering food from outside was enough, growing up, my enthusiasm for my birthday slowly decreased, while I could say that I didn't have my best friend to celebrate it with, there was another reason that I watched too many birthdays daily to be excited about it anymore.
My phone buzzed again.
Swami 🥑 Is someone there with you?
Me No Why did you ask?
Swami 🥑 Nothing
Two minutes later the landline started ringing, I looked at the wall clock and realised it was 12. Happy Birthday to me.
My phone in my hand was buzzing with a call from Mishthi along with a few texts, who do I answer?
Picking up the landline and answering the call on my number, I kept my phone on speaker as two of my most priceless people wished me a happy birthday.
"Thank you." I felt myself being shy suddenly, probably from the attention or the fact that this time it wasn't just Mishthi trying her best to call me exactly at midnight.
"Is that Mishthi?"
"Is that the lawyer?"
Sahaj and Mishthi questioned at the same time, "Yes." I nodded.
"I knew this woman would try to sabotage my chance to wish you first." Sahaj grumbled, "I hate you, Mishthi."
