View from India: The Birthday Cake

by Parvathi

"It’s my birthday next week," said Ammu drawing up a stool next to Grandfather's chair.

"And how old will you be?" asked Grandfather looking at his favorite over the tops of his glasses.

"Eleven." Ammu screwed up her nose, "that is almost twelve, isn't it Grandfather?"

"Eleven cannot be twelve, child," Grandfather smiled. "Don't be in such a hurry to grow up. That will happen anyway," he added wistfully.

"I had a party last year when I was at Bangalore," Ammu reminisced, doodling on the arm of the reclining chair. "I invited the entire class home. We had cake, ice cream, chips - lots of it."

Grandfather looked up sharply at the note of longing in Ammu's voice. "What kind of cake?" he asked.

Ammu looked up, her face all animated. "Chocolate cake! - and from Nilgiris. It had ‘Happy Birthday, Ammu’ on it in icing. Oh Grandfather! It was the best cake ever!!"

Grandfather looked at Ammus eyes shining with the memory of that wonderful party. His mind was made up.

"That's it, Ammukutty," he said. "You'll have your birthday cake this year as well."

"I will?" asked Ammu ecstatically, throwing herself on her grandfather hugging and kissing him. "Oh, Grandfather, thank you, thank you!!" She ran singing to her cousin's room down the passage "Sudechi! I'm getting a birthday cake!!"


"And how do you propose to do it?" asked Grandmother when she brought in grandfather's tea.

"I will ask Gopalan to get it for me. He knows where to get cakes; bakeries, I mean. “Ammu is missing the life she had in Bangalore."

"You cannot replicate it," said Grandmother. "I like to celebrate it our way with payasam and neiyyappam, and a small archana at the temple. I will be doing that anyway cake or no cake."

"I want to do this for her," Grandfather had an obstinate note in his voice and Grandmother knew that wild horses could not drag him away from this project.

"You talk to Gopalan," she said collecting the tea things.


Gopalan came over that evening and Grandfather told him all about the cake.

"The birthday is only next week," said Gopalan standing respectfully near Grandfather's chair. "There's plenty of time. I'll get it from SLN Bakery the day before or even that very afternoon."

"Can't take a chance," said Grandfather. "I want you to get the cake tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" asked Gopalan, surprised. "Sir, do you think it will keep till next week?"

"Of course!" said Grandfather impatiently. "Here's the money. Get a nice big chocolate cake with 'Happy Birthday, Ammu, from Grandfather and Grandmother with love' on it in icing."

Gopalan obediently wrote everything down and showed it to Grandfather who scanned the details and nodded his approval.

The cake arrived the next day. It was all that Ammu wanted and more. "We won't be opening it now," said Grandfather.


They all stood around the wonderful looking box from SLN Bakery. "Sudechi! that's my birthday cake!" thrilled Ammu to her cousin who was a sophisticated eighteen studying in college.

Sudha was child enough to be excited at this unusual turn of affairs. "Grandma, where will we keep it? In the pantry?"

"I have a plan," said Grandfather. "We will keep in the macrame pot holder in that passage adjacent to Sudha's room."

"Why there?" asked Ammu.

"It's well protected from drafts, that passage - cake won't spoil."

Grandmother's face was inscrutable." I'll get Ponni to do that," she said and quickly left the room.

“Oh! Grandfather!" cried Ammu. "I'm so excited! I can't wait for my birthday to arrive! I can't wait for the cake!"

"If the rats don't get it before us" said Sudha laconically, sashaying out to her favorite perch on the window seat with a book.

"Rats, Grandfather?" Ammu looked at him anxiously.
"Never mind Sudha, child. She is just teasing you." Grandfather smiled fondly at Ammu. "I'll look after your cake."

Ammu was relieved. Grandfather knows best, she thought. "I'm going to call my friends from next door on my birthday. We'll have a party!" she talked to herself running to the wicket gate that separated her house from the neighbours’.

Ammu and Sudha watched jealously over the cake, well ensconced in the macrame pot holder. It hung there in the middle of the passage and Sudha's room was just across from it. Grandfather came regularly every morning and night to check the box for signs of vandalism. No such signs. So far so good.

On the eve of her birthday, Ammu got a huge parcel from her mother. All kinds of goodies came out of it: books, clothes, trinkets - and not just for Ammu. For Sudha as well. Sudha simply adored the silk skirt and rainbow-colored bangles.

"You mother is very nice." she told Ammu. "She’s always gets me things."

There were hand-knitted sweaters for Grandfather and Grandmother as well. Ammu smiled happily. Not a jealous bone in her body.

"Sudechi, tomorrow we'll eat the cake!" Ammu's eyes sparkled as she pranced around wearing a dress her mother sent.

The next day was a school day. Ammu could not concentrate. She saw "Chocolate Cake" everywhere.

She burst into the house that evening and, throwing her bag on her bed, she ran to her grandfather. There in the center of the octagonal table sat the cake box. The plates were all neatly arranged - the knife resting near the box.

Grandfather was the expert in cutting. He could cut anything. He made an art of it. He would do the same with the cake. Sudha was back from the college and they all stood around the table.

"Grandmother, shall I call Radha and the others from next door?" asked Ammu excitedly.

"Wait till the cake is cut, child" said Grandmother "Don't be so impatient." Nobody ever went against what Grandmother said.

The cake box was tied up with a string, and Grandfather untied it slowly and ceremoniously. They all waited with bated breath. Now comes the cake, they thought.

The box opened and they were aghast at the moldy mass that sat inside.

"My cake!" sobbed Ammu. "Where's my cake?"

Sudha was in splits. "That's your cake, Ammu; with all the mold growing on it. It's spoilt!"

Ammu turned to Grandfather her eyes brimming with tears "You told me that it would not get spoilt! You told me you would look after it!"

Grandfather looked shamefaced.

"What a lot nonsense!" said Grandmother crisply. "Ammu stop crying like a baby. These things happen. It could have been the cake; could have been the bakery. And then, we've had unusually humid weather these past ten days. That can definitely spoil anything."

Ammu stretched out her finger and traced the icing on the moldy cake. "Happy Birthday Ammu from Grandfather and Grandmother with love" it read.

She turned to Grandfather. "Thanks Grandfather!" she said hugging him "You remembered the icing!"

"I am sorry it turned out this way," said Grandfather. "I thought you would miss your Bangalore birthday parties."

"Here children," said Grandmother. "Come eat the neiyyappam and drink thepayasam. I made for the birthday." She set the plates and the little cups on the table.

"Ooh! my favorite!" said Ammu. "I love neiyyappam. Don't you, Sudechi?"

They sat round the table tucking into the food, while the cake sat forlornly in the center.