Time rolls by and I turned a year older sometime back.
And yet, the man forgot about it. And so did the kid.
And I was preoccupied with a hundred things to remind them.
The day almost got over before the kid and the man wished me.
But my friends didn’t forget.
Calls started coming in from 6:30 in the morning. STDs, roaming calls and ISDs. Few in numbers, but it kept coming for the whole week.
And some of them came in with really beautiful gifts.
A personalized cup with the message: ‘Ageing is just a cakewalk’. My eyes popped out when I saw an old picture of mine (when I could easily fit into a jeans) in it.
Thoughtful indeed :-). And thought-provoking (diet-wise) indeed!
Another gift came in the form of a beautiful caramelized banana cake. It made me really happy, because nothing completes a birthday the way a cake does.
There was no candles, no ceremonies, I just cut the cake and popped a piece into my mouth. Somehow, cakes make everything right.
It does, it really does.
With my man across the seven oceans at the moment, I need all my friends, all their love and of course all their cakes to keep life sweet.
Love you all. God bless!