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DEATH NOTE
NAME
PONY
BIRTHDAY
BIRTHDAY
Happy birthday to me..
Happy birthday to me..
Happy birthday to dear...?

My birthday is the only day in the whole year when I feel a little alive. People change their whatsapp dp's, post my photo on stories and write long boring posts on Facebook. Though these things are useless, I feel a little joy when I see them...

Dr. Ram closed the file and looked at Nina's father, who was sitting in front of him.

"We are living inside a pressure cooker. And, what happens when a pressure cooker can't realise that air formed inside it? It will explode. Boom!" said Dr. Ram by keeping the file aside.

Dr. Ram cont'd "Nina was a pressure cooker. She wanted someone to talk to and she was searching for that one person."

"We didn't knew it." said Aravind, by letting his shoulders loose. His body became week and his eyes searched for water.

Dr. Ram pushed a glass full of water towards Aravind.

"Family is a place where all the worries should turn into happiness. But nowadays, the pressure of being the best has replaced that happiness with more pressure," said Dr. Ram.

Dr.Ram stoop up, rolled his sleeves and walked towards Aravind.

"She need ears. Ears that can hear her pain, mouth that can please her with words. If you can give her that, she'll come back to life. She'll be normal again." said Dr. Ram by putting his hand over Aravind's shoulder.

"I'll do that. I'll listen to her problems," said Aravind while drinking water.

"No. A similar face won't help us here. We need someone new. Someone from her Disneyland, " said Dr. Ram.

Next day

When Nina woke up in her bed, she saw blue lavender's kept on her table.

She picked up those lavenders and found a piece of paper tied to it. It was a small note.

Nina read that note.

'Hey Beautiful!

I wish you a very happy birthday. I know today is not your birthday. But trust me, it's a new day and new you. So, wish yourself a good morning, jump out of your bed and grab a cup of coffee.

Bye.'

Nina kept that note over the table and looked outside the window. She wanted to walk towards the window and touch the clouds but, her hand was tied with the IV cord.

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