The first gift came from Papa. It was a big, wrapped box. Chintu tore the paper open with his teeth. It was the blue remote-control car! He zoomed it across the sofa, under the table, and over his sleeping grandmother’s foot.
“Oof! Chintu!” Dadi yelled, then laughed. “Is this the birthday boy? Come, take your blessings.” Chintu Ka Birthday
The end.
After the friends left, Chintu sat on the floor, exhausted but happy. He looked at his gifts: the car, a new cricket bat, a coloring book, and a shiny red bicycle from Dadi. The first gift came from Papa