I stood awkwardly at the doorstep, re-guessing myself if I made the wrong decision to come here in the first place. I was new to the city and my colleague had invited me to his son’s birthday party. I knew Raj slightly. I knew him because he sat in a cubicle opposite to mine. He always greeted everyone with a smile. Raj was the first one in the office to make me feel welcome.

So here I was, at his door. I was sure I would not know anyone else who might be there. I had no idea how old his son was, so I brought a book and some flowers as gifts for the boy.

Just as I was hesitating, the door opened and Raj welcomed me into the house with a warm smile. As I stepped in, the house was neatly decorated with streamers and balloons. The warm lighting was pleasing. There were some people already gathered.

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