Birthdays deserve a post!!

No matter how unexcited I be
and the age keeps pestering me,
Someone said a Happy Birthday in advance
And my smile was back with a dance 💃🏻

My Birthday is my most favourite day of the year; of the month and even of the week. Birthday is a birthday.
I feel less excited than I used to be as a kid. (Mind it, a single Birthday still is more exciting for me than probably someone's entire life incidents may be).
I start waiting for it in phases and I have my different set of countdowns for it:
As soon as the year starts.
27th June tells me it's just a month.
I love July and as it starts.
10th July is my sister's birthday and I just have to wait for another 17 days.
20th July and its seven days and those seven days are my happiest days of the year.

I cannot be calm, literally and figuratively and any adjective may be happily added to it- excitedly 😝
Ohh, how I wait for this day!!
As a kid, I would save my dress for Birthday. Even if it was a dress I got for Diwali. I had to wear a new one on my Birthday. It was never really a party but I loved distributing toffees, candies when in school- wearing the colourful clothes (which were mostly white- white being my favourite colour). And most of all, I've always loved the attention the Birthdays bring with them. I loved all of it.
I had a few rituals for the Birthdays (some remain, some just made peace with time- I had to grow up):
Visiting the temple (its on)
Toffees and chocolates for everyone (replaced by sweets)
Cake cutting (its on)
Calls and messages (they're on and I reply as enthusiastically as it's a kid enjoying them)
Oh, new clothes and dresses (so much more now)
Evening Puja (its on)
Counting of Birthday wishes (I understand they mean much more than the count now) (grew up 😂) – I count my blessings now

I love monsoons and rains and July.
Even when Birthday now means a number which tells me I'm getting old. It bothers me quite a bit only till someone tells me- Happy Birthday in Advance. The happiness of the Birthday is much more than the gloominess of the number which counts my age. There could never be anything which makes me feel like a kid as much as my Birthday.

More on this during the day. Much love for everyone reading through!!
A. ❤️

Hating people!!

Hate is a strong word. A very strong word. And I refrain from it. I always claim that I don’t hate people,places or things. I may tend to dislike them, if it’s an extreme. 

Not that I haven’t met eve-teasers, people who’ve touched me inappropriately (on the road, in the buses).

Not that I haven’t met people who broke my heart, who for their selfish interest decided to stomp the silly thing- right under their shoe. I seem to have given a lot of people, a lot of chances. 

Not that I’ve never been wronged- by friends, relatives or acquaintances. 

I’m grateful that I’ve picked myself up and have moved on from hating people. I’ve stopped disliking them either- (except for a few moments of immediate reaction). I grow neutral towards them. As Lily one said in ‘How I met your Mother’- you’re dead to me!! People stop mattering at all. 

My personality is an extreme case – I’m a black and white person, 0 and 1 type. I seem to have no shades of gray in life. It’s either a yes or a no. A midway is a difficult path and I seem to be oblivious of its existence. So, I, either love people or they exist (I’m neutral). I would either have best Friends or they’re acquaintances. Either I admire my boss or boss(es) or I don’t really care too much. Same goes with Co-workers. 

Personality disorders or simple life – I don’t go around complicating my life with degrees of attachments. It’s either love or nothing. A digital system. People tell me this isn’t how is should be but then, I don’t get into such discussions. 

Stay simple (the way it suits you), because it’s only one life!!