Every year, I get loads of wishes on my birthday from my social media friends. Thanks to the birthday reminders they get on their notifications. Therefore, this year, I wanted to play a game. I removed my birthday from social media applications. I wanted to see how many remembered my birthday without notifications.
Honestly, I expected only couple of calls and messages. But to my surprise, I got so many calls and messages from friends and family. Trust me when I say that I am getting belated wishes even two weeks after the birthday. However, all those who called or messaged share a close bonding with me. I have a connection with them. They are my cousins, school and college friends who I have known for more than 30 years. Old colleagues who have become family now and also blogger friends whom I have known since the beginning of my blogging journey. To sum it up, the day went great. I enjoyed thoroughly.
Lesson: Those who really love and care for me do not need notifications to be reminded of my special day.
Well, on the other side, I do have some forgetful friends, who do love me but invariably forget my birthday. These ones are my favorite, my best friend N is one such person. I always make a point to remind her on my own to save her from embarrassing situations. Am I not a darling??? Ha Ha Ha!!!!
This year, I had no plans for my birthday. However, thankful for small mercies. I started the day doing a beautiful yoga flow titled ‘happy birthday yoga’. It was such a good feeling when Adrienne, my online yoga guru said ‘happy birthday’ and lighted a candle for me. In the afternoon, I made my favorite basanti polao and kosha mangsho for lunch. This is something that my mom used to cook on my birthdays. I followed the tradition. In the evening my friend K came to meet me. My regular readers are acquainted with K. She is the friend with whom I usually go on my ‘girls trips‘ and ‘mommy and kiddy trips‘. She is the most bindaas woman I have ever met. The entire evening went by chatting with her over chai and …ahem! nothing (we both are trying to diet). The better half and son got me a cake, a bouquet and kebabs (yes, in that order). I had very little, yet next day morning my weighing scale showed weight gain…hey bhagwan!!!
As I am growing older, my hair is greying, my wrinkles are showing yet I am embracing them. I have decided to stop coloring my hair and let the grey hair be the ‘silver lining’ in my life. Growing old is not as scary as people make it sound. I don’t understand why people want to hide their age and pretend to be younger. I think, I am proud to have occupied mother earth for such a long time. Before signing off, here is a cake for all of you. Take care, stay safe. Love you all.