Ka Birthday — Chintu

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

“Yay!” clapped Meera.

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

As Chintu cut the cake, he smashed a big piece onto Rohan’s face. A food fight broke out. By the end, Chintu’s white shirt looked like a chocolate factory had exploded on it. His hair was sticky with jam, and his cheeks were smeared with cream.

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

“Yay!” clapped Meera.

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

As Chintu cut the cake, he smashed a big piece onto Rohan’s face. A food fight broke out. By the end, Chintu’s white shirt looked like a chocolate factory had exploded on it. His hair was sticky with jam, and his cheeks were smeared with cream.