Birthday Cake Conversations
Meera: "Whoa, Riya, your birthday cake has three floors!"
Riya: "The shop even put tiny gold crowns on it."
Kabir: "My birthday cake is just from the corner bakery. One floor. Pineapple."
Meera: "Your cake last year was soft and juicy. I ate three pieces."
Kabir: "But nobody said ‘wow’ when they saw it. It looked too simple."
Riya: "People said ‘wow’ at my cake, but it was too sweet. My teeth got scared."
Meera: "And your tongue turned purple. You kept sticking it out."
Kabir: "Everyone took photos with your cake. Mine just sat on the table."
Riya: "At my cousin’s party, the cake looked like a palace. It tasted like cardboard."
Meera: "My paati says food must feel like a hug, not like a show."
Kabir: "I like hug-food. My mum’s cakes smell like cardamom."
Riya: "Your mum always wears simple cotton kurtas. She looks so relaxed."
Kabir: "She says, 'Be neat, not noisy.' She doesn’t like showing off."
Riya: "My dad uses one word for that. He says she is unpretentious."
Meera: "Unpretentious sounds nice. Like quiet, comfy, and real."
Kabir: "So my cake is unpretentious too. No glitter, just good taste."
Riya: "After the candles here, can we eat your unpretentious pineapple cake?"
Meera: "Yes, first photos with the palace cake, then big bites of the unpretentious one."
Kabir:unpretentious cake can make us happy." "Deal. The fancy cake can be famous. The