Turning 23

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I promised myself that no matter what, I shall write today. I turned 23 today and the past few months were worse and it still is painful. I did not want to get out of my blanket today and all I wanted to do was give myself time. But eventually it did not happen. Keeping a proper attendance in college is must and so I dragged myself to college, did the titbits, had a few official things to deal with and then returned back home and went to sleep without any conversation with anyone. When I woke up, I saw a little birthday arrangement was made for me by my mother, cousin and aunt. Though I was in no mood I did what was expected of me and seeing them happy , I felt good. What made my day better was the first call that I got from Souvik at midnight and the way both my Mom and he sang for me together. Only your loved ones will know how it feels to have lost your father and wanting to hear his voice,singing for you. It is hard to accept that I won't hear it again but trust me, in my mind, I am always hearing him sing for me. I am grateful to 'Mamon' and 'Souvik' and I won't be able to repay them ever. Thank you. This year, on this day, it was necessary. The other delight of the day, like every year ,was the call from school friends and surprisingly some students called me too, this year. And there were some twenty seven missed calls by the time it was 7.30 in the evening and I had to individually call each of the numbers so to not piss them off- ' who wants to have the wrath of friends ?!' :p. It was unexpectedly a pleasing day, more than what I was expecting. I am self delighting myself with an ice- cream cone now, and I very well know what the consequences shall be. But my gluttony!

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