🌅 A Special Day

It was early morning. The sun was still yawning behind the hills.
Mukshi opened his eyes slowly, then smiled. “It’s my birthday,” he whispered.

Daksh blinked twice. That meant: “I know.”

🛕 A Gentle Start

Amma gave Mukshi a small bowl of sweet rice.
Appa smiled and said, “You’ve grown a little taller this year.”
Mukshi touched the floor, said a small prayer, and shared half his sweet rice with Daksh.

🚲 A Birthday Ride

“Shall we ride?” he asked. Daksh blinked. That meant: “Yes.”

They took the forest path again.
But today, it felt different.
Even the wind seemed to hum a little tune.

🌳 A Small Sound

Near the neem tree, they heard soft chirping.
Under the roots, a tiny bird had fallen from its nest.
It flapped, but couldn’t fly.

Mukshi bent down slowly.
He scooped the bird into a soft leaf cup.
He didn’t say anything.
He just walked carefully and placed it near the tree trunk.

Up above, another bird chirped loudly. Then quieter. Then… still.

Daksh blinked once. That meant: “They saw.”

🏡 A Simple Wish

On the way back, Mukshi said, “I didn’t get a toy. But that’s okay.”
Daksh blinked. “You gave something.”

At home, Amma lit a small lamp and hugged him.
Appa gave him a folded paper note.
It said: “The best gift is the one you give.”

Mukshi smiled. It felt right. Even birthdays could begin with kindness.

Celebrations can have lights, sweets, or new clothes.
But sometimes, the quietest gift you give— is the one that stays with you the longest.