22nd December!!

It was 22nd December yesterday! My birthday!! A very special day for me, as it has always been, and will always be. A day of celebration and gifts, a day when everything is special. A day, when I am treated as the special pampered princess! And on a serious note, it is also a day to reflect back, rediscover self.

I was barely able to wait for the clock to strike midnight, (and I was looking at the clock which I know is 5 minutes faster), so that I can finally open my cards, letters, gifts.. And start celebrating! And as both the hands of the clock reach exactly 12, somehow the “birthday” mood turns on :) Therefore, though it was a cloudy rainy day outside, the melting snow and cold making the roads slippery and icy, it couldn’t affect my mood, and I was so happy. It was one of those days when I feel happy and bubbly without any reason. Well, this time though there was a good reason! It was my birthday! A day, when I burst with energy to do something, to run down the green valleys (or snowy valleys as is the case now), stop to pick a gentle wild flower, smile a lot without any reason, rediscovering the child in me, admiring life. I was simply so happy!

Hm.. So how old am I now? As I was thinking, I got confused. Did I turn one year younger or older? The calendar said older. The smile on my face when I saw the balloons, and cutey cute ‘Maya’ bee, it said I turned younger. Not just one, but several years!! The balloons in red, orange, green, blue, yellow, and pink colors, all tied in a bunch with red string made my room colorful and cheerful, my heart too. Uff, I loved playing with them, and after so many many years. It felt like rediscovering the little girl who would love the red gas-balloons, the balloons with black “Happy Birthday” on it, and the girl who cried and cried when her big green balloon had burst. And the little bee with the buzzing sound reminded me of all the little unimportant things that make life as beautiful as it is.

I loved the letters and cards from far away India. And though, like all other times, they had written on them the same sentences: “what else to say, we talk every day, and will be seeing you soon”, they made me smile. They brought with them my parents’ love and blessings, and the teasing love of my lil bhai :) And I loved that though I was here far away from them, the yummy ‘payesh’ was still made!

I loved the coconut cake. And the ‘cofki’. But more than the food, I loved the fact that it was cooked because I love new interesting food. And already solved 3 of the Sudoku puzzles the moment I got the books! But I don’t know how I am going to eat the cute chocolate in shape of a puppy, though I am so tempted to do so. It is sooo cute, now sitting on my desk in a basket.

I loved ordering all the starters (ok, almost all) available in the Mexican restaurant. And liked walking around in the festive city center decorated with Holiday lights!

I liked and loved everything about the day.. Like all other birthdays, whatever I did, however it was; it made me happy. So, as I turn yet another page of life, I am ready to write and read it with the same admiration and enthusiasm. How I write today will make the page wonderful reading years later.. And I am all eager to write this new page holding the hand of life…

And I Write..

I am always talking. Either it is that I am talking to someone, or I am talking to myself. Like effervescence, these thoughts are always coming and going. From smallest things like what I did today, to some deep thoughts, I am always full of words, that just want to be said.. Sometimes I pen them down, in a mail, letter, or post in a forum, simply say it, and speak out my mind. And people, who know me, know that I can talk the same thing several times, or write about it more than once, even knowing that I have said it before. Somehow I talk a lot. And in all these words, I realize, it is all an effort to keep my moments safe. I repeat these moments, however small, cherished or not, over and over in my mind, and try to somehow preserve them. I do not wish these moments to get lost in the oblivion of time.

And along with talking all the time, I like writing. Writing just what is in my mind. And I would like to write down the moments also, just whatever, whatever is in my mind. But alas, I can’t write a diary; I need someone to read them, even if it is only one person.

Many times I have thought of blogging, but was never successful in starting or continuing it. I guess it was my lack of enthusiasm and effort. I can talk easily, write long mails, but when it comes to writing which I don’t know if one will read or not, I feel so lazy. But now with so many things happening in the past year, I have realized I need to write them down; even when no one is reading. Too many things are happening and at a very fast pace. It is not possible to treasure everything only in memories. And I am so afraid that I will lose a cherished moment forever like this. And so I decided to write, for myself, to keep my moments safe. And after days or years when I will reflect back, I will be able see a beautiful and colorful collage of these moments…