On My Birthday

When the grandfather clock chimed, it was 12 o'clock, I remembered my twelve birthday, my father was alive then. The sweet yard was filled with lots of fruit trees, the flower plants like Hibiscus, Jasmin, Rose- - -all with their blooming heads smiled at us at dawn, when the sun opens his door hiding the dark night behind..... Bright was his light! Until the midnight came we went on partying, homely but cordial. My twelfth birth day, I was speaking about! Father brought new set of attire, mom worshiped and prayed for me. She cooked delicious food, I ate cake along with my friends! It was about twelve O' clock we reached to the culmination of joy. Might be childish, but true. Next year my dad fell ill. At twelve O' clock, I was crying. On my birthday, because my father died. From then on I await 12 o’ clock of 9th august to smile and to cry, as it was my date of birth and time too. I lost my father at twelve o’ clock on 9th august! ! !