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Yea…that’s for me.

I bet no one in this world was as ecstatic as I was on my birthday eve. The reason? I was supposed to have college, but because of the LTTE problem, the government declared holiday for ONE WHOLE WEEK! Isn’t that a lovely way to start off my birthday?
I was elated way above everything. My Birthday, My special day, was going to be all the more special. From almost 9pm, on my birthday eve, I started receiving calls from my friends who felt they wouldn’t be able to stay up till 12 and speak to me then. For the first time in life, I told mom that I was exhausted, talking on and on for hours together, something which took her by surprise as I always keep chatting about something or the other. And finally after a good round of calls from my friends, thanks to them, I slept by almost 5 minutes to 1am.


I woke up in the morning to find my sister prodding me, and shouting “happy birthday”, half asleep, I gave her one smile and continued to sleep when she gave me a small box. I’d been pestering her to tell me what she’d got for my birthday, I knew she’d got me something but I couldn’t get a word from her. And when I opened it, I found the gold stud which I always wanted. I was really taken aback, as I never in the least expected her to get me that gold stud which I was eyeing for so long. And then back to my day, I wore my new dress, went to the temple and spent almost half the day over the phone, when my best friend from coll turned up. We had a lovely time and then in the evening, I was off to a friends’ place. They’d been waiting for me from morning, as I had my friend at home; they waited for me almost the whole day. I was really really touched by their gesture. I din expect that they would all remain to wish me. I was really touched. We had good time spraying foam on each other and mostly it was on me as I was the birthday girl. Again when I was back home, another close friend turned up and I was just wondering as to how lucky I was to see all my pals on my birthday. But a very special thanks to the government, for having declared a holiday, without which I wouldn’t have possibly enjoyed. And better than this, mom had prepared all my favorite dishes for dinner. I took almost an hour for my dinner. It was awesome. Of course Mom’s always the best! And to top it all, dad got me ice creams, my preferred flavor. Yea…Dad’s the best!. I just love ice creams and I was overjoyed. And then at the end of my perfect day, just before going to bed, I was thinking about the day, how happy I was. How good it went. How my sis thought of the perfect gift for me. How my parents had planned to give me an exquisite birthday dinner, how my friends called and wished me on my birthday, all for me? Hmm…thank you God, for making like so wonderful for me, and for making my special day, wonderful and perfect. Thank you sis, mom, dad, God and my great friends.

This indeed is life!
Touch wood 🙂