…was a piece of cake with my name on it. I didn’t want 25
candles on top of it. A sheer “happy 25th” would have sufficed. All I ever wanted was warmth of family that I
missed since my 17th Anniversary. I did not desire for chants from well-wishers.
All I wanted was sharing a piece of cake to random good friends around that
ancient city….
Since 2006, I received calls and texts congratulating me on
the occasion. As unscheduled as they could be, they often reached me as I was
commuting, sleeping, working, around friends, and while crossing the equator.
How I wished that I could celebrate next to my family. Just capturing those
silly pictures so that one day could reminisce. I wonder I would ever indulge
in those dreams
As I turned a leaf after another, I became more convinced
that they will remain to be dreams that will never be fulfilled. Albeit scrupulosity
roared on my heart, I waited and waited. Patience was a cure for a weak. And I
was weak against both: Time and Destiny.
This summer patience yielded its fruit, I was there in that
ancient house, my family was around and even those good old friends whose
friendship started since we were toddlers,still I could not CELEBRATE it. Why? Superstitious beliefs
How I wished to be farther from my own family. I wished they
were thousands of miles away! I wished she could listen to me. All she did was listening
to her voice even louder. Never did I think, not even in my wildest dreams,
that I could be so close yet so far.
Suddenly, I did not want to be in that ancient house anymore.
Nor did I want to see any of them during this auspicious day! None of that
mattered now! I have sealed celebrating my birthday! Not with happy candles and
chants or probably with content heart of a feeling being around my family with
a glamorous birthday cake in the midst! Yes it was a dream and never will it be
fulfilled!
