Saturday, June 27, 2015
85. Well, that's what it's all about, isn't it?
No birthday cake.
Still I had the most memorable birthdays I've had in a very long while, yesterday, even though our kids were not home this time.
It all started when I discovered that this time my birthday falls on a holiday. Which means I am not greeted with fake official sounding greetings that doesn't mean a shit. The harassment of being asked for a party which makes it an obligation, more than a celebration. Nobody will wish me happy birthday and next instance do the opposite contrary to the greeting and the day.
I went to bed the previous night seeing half a dozen greetings already posted on FaceBook.
Deepa made a point to make all my favorite for all meals. We had home made microwave pizza in the morning. An special fried rice with all my favorite dishes for lunch. Then I was surprised with jam tarts she had made for afternoon tea. And Thosai for dinner.
All my favorites.
We watched a movies with each meal as we always do.
I answered all the FB greetings that flooded in.
You may think FB greetings are as fake as the ones you get at the work place. Well, I didn't feel like that. At least not about most o them. I enjoyed reading them. They meant so much to me and made me happier. That's what it's all about it, isn't it?
My wife posted a greeting.
My daughter wrote me a poem.
My son made a small video clip.
And most of all he said he loved me, which is a special from someone who is in an age you think to admit and say in public that he loves his dad is embarrassing.
Sindu Ano posted me a song and a video.
What else one can ask for?
I really had a rocking time.
I didn't miss a birthday cake.
I didn't miss gifts.
I didn't miss a party.
I didn't miss guests.