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After the friends left, Chintu sat on the floor, exhausted but happy. He looked at his gifts: the car, a new cricket bat, a coloring book, and a shiny red bicycle from Dadi.

“Make a wish!” everyone screamed.

That night, as Chintu fell asleep hugging the blue remote-control car, he smiled. Birthdays weren't about the cake or the gifts, really. They were about the noise, the mess, and the people who loved you anyway.

Chintu had been waiting for this day for exactly 365 days. Ever since his last birthday, when he had blown the candles off a small vanilla cake, he had been planning the next one. Chintu Ka Birthday

Chintu nodded. But then he looked up at her. “Mummy, next year, I want a Space theme. And a real telescope.”

His mother sat next to him. “Tired, baby?”

The end.

Chintu closed his eyes. He thought really hard. What should I wish for? A video game? A bicycle? A pet dog?

His mother, still sleepy, pulled him into a hug. “Happy Birthday, my little Sher Khan.” She had already decorated the living room with green and yellow balloons, cutouts of Mowgli and Baloo, and a large banner that read:

The real chaos began when his school friends arrived. Sunny, Rohan, and little Meera came running in. Within ten minutes, the remote-control car was stuck in the ceiling fan (don’t ask how), the balloons were popping like Diwali crackers, and someone had spilled Frooti all over the new carpet. After the friends left, Chintu sat on the

The first gift came from Papa. It was a big, wrapped box. Chintu tore the paper open with his teeth. It was the blue remote-control car! He zoomed it across the sofa, under the table, and over his sleeping grandmother’s foot.

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