Birthdays have always been my favorite time of the year. The wishes, the gifts, the love, the happiness and everything the birthday represents, I have loved it since forever. So I had hoped this birthday wouldn’t be any different yet it was.
Well its not like you turn 21 every year. Oh I still can’t come over the fact that I am 21 and next year I will be a graduate. And believe me, everyone around me shares the same feeling. Meaning if I hadn’t reminded my neighbor million of number of times that I am about to finish college, she would still think I am in school. Yes, I would take that as a compliment when I enter my 30s or when I have a teenage daughter, but till then remember people I have GROWN UP. Period.
Coming back to my birthday, my birthday was sad on the family front. Some terrible developments had taken place and everyone was so occupied with it that I almost felt no one even remembered I had my birthday. Not that I can blame anyone for it, yet it kind of feels creepy when your family isn’t really into a celebrating mood.
But then that is where comes the role of my extended family, my friends. I have never been the outdoor girl. I still am not. Yet each and every of that enthusiastic wish since the clock struck 12 left me smiling.
Some called twice to wish me, some made it a point to wish me first, some surprised me by even remembering my birthday, some tried their best to make me smile, some called up after waking up from a hang-over(well that’s a call I won’t forget), some almost made me feel like a princess and some calls made up for the gloom at home.
Such little precious moments made up my day. And like I said before, each call would leave a huge smile on my face. Heartiest thanks to all of you who wished me and filled my day with joy.
But then the best part remains my outing with my bro and his wife. I love you both to core. Thanks for staying with me because in spite of all the calls I was having a lonely birthday till you guys turned up. Lots of junk and yummy food followed by Lots of laughter and many jokes.
A quite dinner at home ended the day.
As the day came to an end, I thought about everything that had happened and realized this was the second birthday you didn’t wish me on.
Well next year I know the count would be three, but somehow my heart never stops hoping. Missing you has become the part of my life yet one of these days I might just stop counting. One of these days I would stop wishing for you as I blow away the last candle.
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