Arun muttered to his friend. “Savi is gone.”
“Where?”
“To her mom’s. Next street. I told her not to expect any birthday gift.”
“You don’t deserve her.”
Arun felt lost at home. She had taken care of all his needs.
He called her. “Come back. I am cooking for you”
“The best gift” she smiled.
Vanaja Shankar 
Good one vanaja