One morning as usual at 7:15, I left for school with my headphones plugged in my phone and songs playing in my ears. As I reached halfway, I saw one of my friends coming behind me on a brand new red color motorcycle.
"Hello, Arush", he wished me with a smug smile.
"Hi, Rohan! New bike", I asked while constantly gazing at his motorcycle. Yes, he replied and went in full speed ahead of me. For a minute, I felt jealous of him and thought in my mind, "How lucky he is? He has a bike that I have always dreamt of."
When I reached our school's parking area, I found Rohan waiting for me, so I quickly went to him.
Wow, Rohan. It's beautiful, I praised with dropping jaws while touching and observing each & every part of the bike.
"Yes, my dad gave me as a birthday gift", he bragged.
"What? Is this your birthday gift? Really? Your father gave you such an expensive gift?", I asked with surprise.
He nodded, "Of course!".
For the whole day, my mind got stuck in Rohan's bike and in the evening while having dinner, something struck to my mind.
Dad, you know what? Today one of my friends got a bike as his birthday gift, I said with excitement.
Oh great, Dad took it very casually. "His dad gifted him", I mentioned it intentionally.
Ok ok, Dad ignored it and started talking to my mom on some another topic.
I again interrupted them, "Dad mom, please tell me, "What are you planning to gift me on this birthday?".
"We have not decided yet son and there is so much time left. Why are you asking us now?" Mom got a bit annoyed and asked with raised eyebrows.
"Because I also want motorcycle as my birthday gift", I quickly replied with authority.
My mom got a lump in her throat. "What? Are you out of your mind? Do you know how much does a bike cost?", mom frowned.
My dad maintaining his composure added, "Actually, it's not about cost, but this is not the right age to ride the bike. You are still in 11th grade and have very recently got your learning license. So, I will get you the bike but only after 12th grade."
"But many of my friends come to school by motorcycle, then why not me?," I put the spoon with a jerk on the plate and argued back loudly.
"Don't raise your voice, I am telling you", Mom scolded me with widened eyes.
"No, mom. Every time, you people do this to me. Whenever I have asked for something, you have given me a long timeline", I debated with rage.
"But, has it ever happened that we haven't given you", dad defended themselves.
"But not when I need it, but when you feel like giving it. From last 1 year, I am using mom's used scooter. I am ashamed of going on it, it is girl's vehicle and not boy's. Bikes and cars are meant for boys. I can't ride it anymore. Please get me a new bike", I argued louder and was simmering with anger.
My father lost his patience and yelled back, "What if I still say no?"
I clenched my teeth as tightly as possible and avoided looking at them with constantly staring at my plate with my heart and face full of anger. I was about to cry but I controlled it and left the dining table and went into my room slamming the door behind me.
"You will not get the bike before 12th and that's the final decision. Understood?. Your tantrums are not going to work on me" Dad yelled behind me while I was going into my room.
