Birthdays and Birthdays..

When I was 3, I celebrated my birthday wearing a green frock  gifted by my grandmother, a big party was arranged and my cousin organised many games and antakshari. I hardly remember things and the gifts i got but i still remember the Micky Mouse cake dad brought and a pure white square cake my grandfather brought, it became a tradition from that day to yet i cut TWO cake every birthday.


When I was 9, I celebrated my birthday by going to school in a red-checked tunic and top stitched by my mother, carrying a bag of toffees for my classmates. Flushed and excited, I was even more thrilled to be allowed to wear the sleeveless tunic without the top later on in the evening. What mother thought would be a concession to the hot evening, was a step towards the joys of adulthood for me.


When I was 15, I celebrated my birthday rather somberly. My sister had died just over a month ago, my tenth-standard exams were looming within months. It was a time of change and expectation, of  determination to prove myself and a great big lump of sadness that SHRISTI my younger sister would never again see my birthdays.


Now that I have just celebrated my 18th birthday, I really feel thankful that I am so so busy enjoying my life. And that all I have lost over the last one year was a few kilos of weight. And what I have gained is a new confidence, a lot of work, and a lot of good friends. God keep me busy, happy - and slim with new dresses - down the next few decades!!