Of Birthdays, Growing Older & Hopefully Wiser
I may seem mature & serious in my poems & articles but I am generally a perfect child when it comes to my birthday. My countdown used to start from a month ago & I would be in the air during my birthday week. The night before I could hardly sleep as I waited for midnight to see who all called & wished. This year while I started the week with great excitement, over days the enthusiasm significantly reduced. Till on the day of my birthday I was kind of bummed. It had nothing to do with the age factor. But it was the first birthday I wasn't really excited or happy about. I spent the day like a normal day (which as I understand many "mature" people already do - but that hasn't been my style so far). I was uncharacteristically low & subdued - spent the day working & conducting meetings. Instead of feeling bummed at the end of the day that yet another birthday is over, I was feeling spent yet content - not having realised how & where the day went...