The same day with Chocolates
It comes every year and I grow old. It comes every year; I grow old and still be happy. This year was different. Yesterday was the day and I was not happy. Some Chocolates and dresses, midnight musical calls and cakes all were there but I wasn’t happy.
‘A year to my credit
with some additional pounds,
office replaced classes with voices around
with different sounds.’
I remembered my mom saying that same was the day, I came to this world many years ago (she doesn’t have to stretch her memory much to recall the day, implies that I am still not too old).
I had always been self motivated for my Happy B’Day but something changed in me and people around had to remind that it was the same day which used to bring twinkle in my eyes until a year ago. May be, I have so much started living in the moment and dreading the future that the present has become elusive.
On this, once more came the realization that of late I have grown up but am yet to become responsible…. Ek lamhe me simat jata hai sadiyon ka safar, zindagi tez bahut tez chali ho jaise….
Don’t know if I have become a moron or the grief in me really justifies itself.
It comes every year and I grow old. It comes every year; I grow old and still be happy. This year was different. Yesterday was the day and I was not happy. Some Chocolates and dresses, midnight musical calls and cakes all were there but I wasn’t happy.
‘A year to my credit
with some additional pounds,
office replaced classes with voices around
with different sounds.’
I remembered my mom saying that same was the day, I came to this world many years ago (she doesn’t have to stretch her memory much to recall the day, implies that I am still not too old).
I had always been self motivated for my Happy B’Day but something changed in me and people around had to remind that it was the same day which used to bring twinkle in my eyes until a year ago. May be, I have so much started living in the moment and dreading the future that the present has become elusive.
On this, once more came the realization that of late I have grown up but am yet to become responsible…. Ek lamhe me simat jata hai sadiyon ka safar, zindagi tez bahut tez chali ho jaise….
Don’t know if I have become a moron or the grief in me really justifies itself.
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