It was my birthday on Tuesday, & for most part it was amazing with a tinge of sadness..
It started at midnight when I cut my first cake, pineapple cream cake it was. My flatmate brought it for me & all my batch mates came to celebrate, blowing candles, singing, wishing good luck, digging in the cake all together as soon as I was finished cutting it, taking lots of snaps. In the middle of the celebration arrived my 2nd cake from a very special friend, a dark chocolate cake along with bouquet of pink roses, pink teddy, a beautiful card & chocolates. I couldn’t be more happier. Along with all the celebrations, I keep getting calls from friends making it even more special. I slept at 2 a.m. & got up at 8 a.m. as I there again began the session of calls.
I got to work and everyone was very nice and excited it was my b-day. One of my very good friend brought me a bunch of gifts, all of my choices that included a certificate of friendship, a pair of glowing candles & aroma-filled lemon grass & three red roses. It was going all amazing. I got my third cake post-lunch brought by my labmates, a fruit cake with orange cream & they had a party for me in our boss’s cabin and all sang happy birthday to me. We all hung out for a while and laughed. I haven’t laughed that much in a long time. It was a good break from all the crying I’ve been doing since last 1 year.
And it continued with the fourth & last cake of the day in the evening brought by my batchmates. It was a huge fruit cake & again continued the series of laughter, snaps, cheers. they all wrote short messages for me on the cake cartoon, it was so nice of them & it really made my day.
After work, I went out to dinner with two of my very good friends to a great place in the city. We got three awesome mocktails & superb food.
When I got home, I checked my mails & facebook to find them to be filled with tons of messages. It made my birthday even more special. I even heard from friends I haven’t talked to in a long time.
Amidst all the celebrations, in a small part of my brain was the thought of my dad. I felt guilty for having fun when he is not well. I don’t know if I should feel it or not but I did. But it was just one day after ages of crying, that’s what I keep telling myself. He wished in the morning & apologized for not being able to do anything for me. I felt bad about it. I can never feel joy again like the way I used to feel till my dad recovers completely. I asked all of my friends to send my share of wishes to him & pray for him. And that’s what I would say to all you readers, thanks a lot for your support & please pray for my dad.