It was in 1987. I was 7 years old. Christmas was there. All I knew about holidays was that there would be lots of people around! New clothes!! Gifts n goodies, sweets and dry fruits! Cricket! Some party! I was looking forward to all the fun.
I woke up in the morning and yet lay in bed. I had had a dream. A dream of dad bringing a Christmas cake in the evening. Now, cakes were a rare concept in my house. Even on birthday’s we never brought any cakes. And so a full blown cake…a huge chocolaty one…fluffy to the max….being brought home couldn’t be easily brushed off. Moreover, a type of cake, which I had never laid eyes on before. If u have seen the original Christmas cakes u would realize how adorable they are. No cream, no fancy stuff. Just a huge fluffy cake with lots of nuts. Even searching for those nuts is like a treasure hunt!!
So, I pulled myself out of bed, went to the drawing room. Grandpa was telling all plans for the Christmas to mom. Dad had gone to handle some business related work. I told them that dad would be bringing a chocolate Christmas cake in the evening. I had seen it in my dream and I described the cake.
Evening came and so did dad. He was carrying a huge box. Grandpa said what I had told. We took the cake out of the box and lo!! Behold!! There it was. My dream had come true.
