Fireflies

"What are you doing?", Kamya shrieked.

Karun, her very very notorious brother stuck out his tongue and ran. Seeing her both hands dipped in colors, her brother took the opportunity to tie the knots in her ponytails. He very well knew how to spoil the fun of one thing she loves- painting. At the age of 7, he was only a year younger to her, but so much more trouble causing. To her, Karun had always been unpredictable. Sometimes he would do something very unexpected to her, something really sweet and loving. But mostly he would be the pain in the ass.

'Its my birthday in three days', Kamya thought cheerfully. She was lost in planning what to ask for in gifts, when she saw her brother standing in the garden with a glass jar. Her senses came to rapt attentiveness.

"What are you doing?"

She knew it was a worthless question, one he never answers.

"Its mom's expensive jar", she shouted in desperation. He just looked at her at smiled mischievously.

'To hell with him', she mumbled and stomped inside.

In next two days she again saw him in the garden with the jar. This got her curious but she knew better than to question him.

She was very happy today, finally its her birthday. She was looking forward to the day of love and pampering from her parents, a little even from her notorious brother. And of course a lot of gifts. Her parents threw a lovely party. She had a lot of fun. Later in the night as soon as she walked in her room, happy and tired, someone grabbed her from behind, tied her hands and put a tight blindfold on her eyes.

"Who are you?"
 What are you doing?"
 What do you want?"

"Shhhhhhh ", the shadow whispered in her ears."You ask too many questions. Keep quite and walk." He whispered again, hoarsely.

Scared, she just walked, trying to figure out where was she been taken.

'Stairs. He is taking me to terrace. But why? Is he going to throw me from terrace? Am I going to die on my birthday?' Her mind was spinning with so many thoughts. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled to halt.

"Don't make any noise", he said and pulled off her wrist cuffs and then slowly her blindfold went off. As her eyes adjusted, it widened in surprise and awe. She was standing in front of the small glass room filled with a thousand fireflies.

"Happy birthday Di",  Karun smiled at his lovely sister.


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