Chintu Ka Birthday -

As Chintu cut the cake, he smashed a big piece onto Rohan’s face. A food fight broke out. By the end, Chintu’s white shirt looked like a chocolate factory had exploded on it. His hair was sticky with jam, and his cheeks were smeared with cream.

Finally, the morning arrived. Chintu woke up before the sun, before the crows, and even before the milkman. He ran to his parents’ room and shouted, “Aaj Mera Birthday hai!” (It’s my birthday today!)

Chintu Ka Birthday

Chintu had been waiting for this day for exactly 365 days. Ever since his last birthday, when he had blown the candles off a small vanilla cake, he had been planning the next one.

The first gift came from Papa. It was a big, wrapped box. Chintu tore the paper open with his teeth. It was the blue remote-control car! He zoomed it across the sofa, under the table, and over his sleeping grandmother’s foot. Chintu Ka Birthday

After the friends left, Chintu sat on the floor, exhausted but happy. He looked at his gifts: the car, a new cricket bat, a coloring book, and a shiny red bicycle from Dadi.

Chintu nodded. But then he looked up at her. “Mummy, next year, I want a Space theme. And a real telescope.” As Chintu cut the cake, he smashed a

The real chaos began when his school friends arrived. Sunny, Rohan, and little Meera came running in. Within ten minutes, the remote-control car was stuck in the ceiling fan (don’t ask how), the balloons were popping like Diwali crackers, and someone had spilled Frooti all over the new carpet.