It was my b'day. I had turned 10 years old. A grand b'day party was arranged that evening.
Royal Blue! It was my favorite and so, I favored to wear a frock of that color over the violet one.
Being assured that I looked the best in my laced dress, butterfly clips and timberland sandals, my mum took me to the hall wherein all the guests were assembled.
A mouth-watering, barbie doll-shaped cake awaited to be slashed with the red knife placed on the board, next to the buffet.
I looked around the hall. What a prepossessing sight it was! Colorful balloons everywhere. Beautifully adorned with decorations.
My mum closed my eyes, directing me to open them only after she counted till three. I was going zealous and boisterous. So eager to taste that toothsome cake and to unwrap those presents, the guests had bought for me.
A long time had passed away and I did not hear any counting, any number, not a single voice, nothing.
Like everyone stood tight lipped. The room was hushed, noiseless.
"Wohoo! Cmon! Say it. Count till three. Fast! I can wait no more!"
"Okay. If you won't say anything in 10 seconds, then I am going to open my eyes. So, be fast", announced I, teasingly.
But there was no voice, no reply.
It wasn't funny anymore.
I opened my eyes and the room was empty. Not a single soul was there.
With a grim expression on my face, I called out for my parents, for my sibling, for the relatives but nobody was there.