B’day celebrations lasted a bit long this time. Not much fanfare but yes, a quiet celebration with the ones who matter. As the clock stuck 12, came a surprise cake, courtesy my roommates. Beautifully decorated, my favourite chocolate flavour, plus loads of their love. And yes, glasses of Glucon D to make up for the absence of cold drink, which they forgot to arrange. It was fun and special.
Went home in the morning, where a small puja was arranged. Then, a special lunch by mom and a few guests in the evening. The highlight was, cake had ‘My Soulitude’ written on it, courtesy my brother. So sweet of him and so much for the blog excitement. Next day in the evening, went out for dinner with friends. Just the four of us, me, my two roommates and one more friend. Had too much of fun. On the eve of birthday, had a small celebration with some other friends.
This was it, my birthday, which is gone now, leaving memories behind, and making me another year older. With every year added, I feel more happy (touchwood), more contended, more comfortable with life and more comfortable with myself and my existence.
like ur lines, esp d last with every year….
hey u forgot to mention ppl who must have called u on ur bday…!!
I didn’t forget, I missed that deliberately. But now that u have mentioned, gurr, I waited for yours. 🙁
hey i did call, even smsed…by ders something grossly wrong wid d connexion between us, d sms and call went to some other person…and wen dey did call back, i was so embarassed….d lady was actually angry….so didnt try a second time…will try callin from landline..infact i was der in ambala dat day..:(
SORRYYYYYY
Oh, really! strange! and funny and embarrassing too. Poor aunty!