I knew something was up that day, I kept smelling lovely things and hushed whisperings between mom and her kitchen help.
At lunch, I had my suspicions confirmed when she came bounding into my room with her arms wide open saying “Happy Birthday” with a voice she’d use for a toddler. After a bit of mushy, and barely decipherable mumblings about her baby growing up too fast to keep track, she pulls away to let me breathe.
Almost immediately, she launches into a detailed account of all the fancy food she’s got prepared for the day: traditional Hyderabadi chicken biryani, raita, chapatti and sheek kebab. The flan was for dessert. ♥
Even by her standards, she really did go all out. Chicken biryani, by itself is a lavish meal, and she made enough to last till the next day. So you can imagine why I didn’t have the heart to tell her it wasn’t my birthday and since birthdays aren’t celebrated at home, it didn’t really matter. I’m actually certain that no one else knew what the occasion was either.
A couple days later, my sister gave me Twilight. Twilight! Can you imagine? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, she’s usually spot-on about the things I like and I wondered briefly if she got it for the wrong sister.
What made it special was that she accompanied it with an adorable note with little run-on sentences that spilled on to the next side, and vague mentions of how she feels the need to bonk my head with thick books and the like.
But that’s just how she shows her love, you see. I have since read the book, including two more in the series, which was as far as I could take it. Consider it one of those things you must do to understand why it’s so popular…
Oh… the feast sounds delicious.
… *lol @ Twilight saga*