I don't mind." Chinu says on hearing that.

"So, let the party begin!" Rama says, nudging Chinu to spin the bottle. He chuckles at her excitement and complies, nonetheless.

The bottle turns fast to slow motion and finally ends on Rama. She grins excitedly and takes out the page on which her poem is written.

Twenty three years back
A little boy came to this earth
Little did his parents know then
About his poetic worth.
 
Now he is famously known
As Mr. Poet, Wizard and whatnot.
His genuine friendship is something
Which I have just got.
 
A silent guy, was he
Until his poems started speaking
A magician, he became
When his spells started working.
 
He is the boy who loves rain
Yet doesn't hate the rainbow
The one who loves sunset
As much as he loves the sunrise
 
He lies a lot, I tell you
And calls himself a writer.
Of course, I don't disagree
As he makes my mood brighter.
 
Now, what should I say?
Just a "Happy Birthday"?
But it isn't the way
I'd want it to sway.
 
So I say instead,
"Hey, you cruel wizard
Yes, I hate you.
And yes, you are a devil.
 
But a devil who brings
A smile onto my face
A devil who gives his readers
In his heart, a place."
 
These are the words
Of your reader
To bring a smile
Onto your face.
 
So.. Did you smile, sir?

                                      ~rampoorna