The time is 1.15 AM on 25.02.2010. I am sleepy, very sleep. I am also very cranky. My sister called from the US, and the line died on me. And nobody was wishing me.
You see, 25.02.2010 is my 20th Birthday.
Thus miffed, I decide to consign in the choicest of words the intellect and plans of my hostel mates to the dustbin of failure, and sleep. The clock ticks slowly, but I am unable to sleep. I slip into slumber eventually. And then it happens. The heavens crack, volcanoes erupt, a girl squeals and other similarly unbearably noisy events occur in concurrence. I open my eyes, the clock puts the time at 2 AM. And then I noticed an angry horde beating down my door. I rise, and with me, rises the most pleasing tune any ear can hear, above the din that begot it.
"Happy Birthday to you!"
What followed was 20 minutes of the most chaos my hostel has seen. Cakes were cut and thrown, cards were given, so were gifts, bums were doled out till yesterdays dinner threatened to inquire what the matter was, and water balloons thrown. Whattanidea, saarji! Shock was in the house, and he was blowing the roof off!
That done, I bathed, removing the sticky blue, foul smelling and itch-causing concoction they called 'adhu', and returned to find a beautiful custom-made purple card with silver glitter sitting atop my pillow. You could spot a girl a mile away, I tell you. First was the card the guys gave, of course... 20+ awesome wishes on one mega card. And then the gift, a perfect one, a book of poems/prose by Shelly. Then the purple card.
Details will be omitted. Safe to say, it involved an amazing friend, an awesome photo and an unbelievably sweet and honest poem. And me in awe.
So I slept, and waited for the morning, when on all previous 19 editions, my birthday actually had begun.
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