So it was yesterday.
The dreaded day. My Birthday.
Someone wise once said-
"Every birthday after college is a sad reminder of getting older, unless you get drunk and wake up next to a beautiful/handsome stranger."
Hmm. After loads of wishes from everyone, a cake, a mommy's kiss, a very nice song(haappy buddddday tooo youuu...") and some photos, i am 27.
How can anyone celebrate 27? Its practically 30.
I cant even think about 30.
On the verge of apoplexy, i want to thank Rudra, for everything that he is, Pallavi, for that overseas call that was awesome, Di and Sony, chetan and adi, and My family, for the cake (It was so delicious, i almost forgot that i am getting old!).
So, wishing for smiles and happiness and friendships and love... and something extra.
Pic: Birthday in yahoo. Small favors. The Picaso inspiring pic is by Rudra.