Sealed With Love.

The incantation of the monosyllable Om reverberated through the room, as my Godfather sat in the far end, meditating peacefully. It was a bright Sunday. He was a Yoga teacher, so Sundays meant more Yoga classes. I tiptoed to the corner of the room, only to be stopped by one of his ‘guards’.
“He has warned us against any disturbance. You can’t go in, child.” He said, in a pitiful tone.
“Oh, fine.” I sighed, even though this was what I expected. Nevertheless, I decided to wait for him in the lounge. After an hour, which seemed more like hours, he entered the room, a grin plastered on his face.
“Good morning!” he said, enthusiastically.
“Morning.”
“Why so grim? Breakup or something?” he said, with a boyish mirth to his voice.
Tall, dark, and handsome; It looked as though this was said keeping him in mind. Nobody, even in their dreams, could predict his age. He had the physique of a 21-year-old, and the intellect of a 65-year-old. Though, his age was nowhere near to that. He was my only family for as long as I could recollect. I had lost my parents when I was an infant, and he had been my support ever since. He had been with me on my first day to school, consoled me when I had my first fight, reassured me when I didn’t get good grades, held me when I had my first breakup, and rejoiced, when I’d made him proud. He’d made me what I am today. From a fussy child, to a decorous adolescent, and finally to a polished lady, he’d seen me grow.  
“Why do you care?” I replied, not bothering to look up from the plain white flooring I was currently staring at.
“Of course I do! Now come on, tell me.”
“You forgot my birthday.” I said, finally breaking my trance and stomping out of the room.
I stopped dead, midway. I was in for a beautiful surprise! There they were, little kids with bouquets and gifts in their hands. I recognized them from the NGO that I was involved with. They rushed up to me, each in the hurry of giving their gift first. It was beautiful to see all those half-toothed smiling faces looking up at me with so much love in their eyes.
Children are truly the gift of God, I thought.
“Happy Birthday.” Said a husky voice from somewhere at the back."Here's your gift."
I ran up to my Godfather, and his strong arms wrapped me in an embrace.
“Thank you.” I said, in between mild sobs. “This is the best birthday gift ever.”
Some relationships are far stronger than blood relationships.


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