“The chill, now the wind has contained. Kissing my neck with the breeze some sweet some sour. And in this breeze I…”, Mr. Partho was gumming these words but then stopped as came the knock on his door. Mr. Partho walked towards the door. And the knock came for the second time. As the door got opened, there she was holding a dishware; perhaps she had cooked something special and thought of sharing with Mr. Partho. “Can I come in?” “Yes. Please do come in Mrs. Dutta.” Mrs. Dutta was Mr. Partho’s neighbor and his only friend. She was a year older than Mr. Partho. “I know it’s a special day for you. I made something on this occasion. Wouldn’t you like to try this?” asked Mrs. Dutta. “Why not Mrs. Dutta. Its 11th of August. Even if you ask me for poison, then I am ready to try that too on this day”, said Mr. Partho laughingly. “Why would I ask something like that Partho. Do you think I am mad? It’s your wife’s birthday. I have made a cake for you”, replied Mrs. Dutta.
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