Priya looked around, a
smile of satisfaction playing on her lips. The decorations were perfect. The pink
and white balloons, the ribbons, the makeshift castles and the soft toys; they
all fitted well with the princess theme. And little Jena was looking so
beautiful in that Cinderella gown.
“You are a life saver”
Emma’s voice interrupted her chain of thoughts. “I had searched so much for a
gown but I could have never found one as perfect as this for Jena. You are one
awesome party organizer dear” she went on. Priya beamed. “It’s my job Emma. And
you know how much I love this” And Emma did know. After all, they were best
friends. That is why she hesitated before saying the next line. “I know that.
But that gown…” Priya cut her off before she could say anymore. “Don’t go
there. It is Jena’s birthday and being her God Mother, this is the least I can
do for her” her voice choked a bit but she recovered quickly and went ahead,
calling the attention of the kids to start the party.
Priya was overwhelmed
by the end of the party. Those happy little faces were the sole reason for her
picking up this job. She loved being an event organizer. It was nothing else.
She repeated the same in her head few more times but each time her resolve
weakened and when she couldn’t hold back anymore, she rushed to her room. She
stood in front of the wardrobe contemplating for a while but she opened it
finally. It was beautiful, just like she loved it. There were so many beautiful
dresses. Priya had loved buying pretty outfits for Pihu and dressing her up.
She always looked like a princess, her princess. As she was about to close the
wardrobe, a tiny shoe fell from the rack. The sight of it was too much for
Priya to handle. She clutched the shoe in her hand started crying out loudly.
Emma, who had come to
return the gown, saw Priya crying and rushed to her side. “I told you not to
open that door” she said gently, as she put the gown back in the wardrobe. It
was Pihu’s, the one she had worn on her last birthday. “I couldn’t hold it back
after the party” Priya sobbed. “You know you don’t have to do this job if it is
becoming too much for you to handle” Emma said as she stroked Priya’s hair. “But
I love this job. Pihu loved these theme parties. Seeing all those kids smile
makes me feel close to her” she replied in between her sobs. Emma understood it
better than anyone. She sat there, consoling her friend, until exhaustion took
over and Priya fell asleep.
She waited for a few
more minutes before slowly taking the shoe from Priya’s hand. It was the same
shoe Pihu had worn on that fateful day; the day when she had bid goodbye to
this world. “A parent must never live through to see the death of their child”
Emma thought as she put it back in the wardrobe and closed the door, hoping it
wouldn’t be opened anytime soon!
Until the next post,
Keep Smiling :)
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