Getting a year older feels good.Just the other day a cousin and a sibling noticed a few grey hairs on my head and had mixed reactions to it.My brother who is a breezy seven years older than I but looks younger was surprised whereas my cousin who is five years younger than I and always complains that we never seem to grow older started teasing me.I relish my grey although they are few and far in between.
Special thing about birthdays apart from the fact that the family treats me like I was made of glass is the fact that you get in touch with your long lost friends and sometimes family.The ones who remember do so inspite of years of distance in time and place and we chat and we catch up ,albeit once in a year but they are precious,each one.
Good thing about getting older is that a lot of things in life start getting sorted.We tend to prioritise things a lot better,chanellise one's energy in places where we need to ,feel happy doing small things that matter.count it a blessing..in simple words I feel blessed.
I cooked biryani for the family and mom's school teachers ,spent the morning with my dad and uncle in the beautiful sun,spoke to my school friends,my college friends who have become friends for life.
Heard from my brother who is climbing at 10,000 feet this morning.Spoke to my cousin from NZ well past the midnight,my seventy odd years aunt and family sang over the phone to me,heard from my siblings and my neices all over
I also was pleasantly surprised by a visit from my niece with a lot of spunk who is actually doing the family thing of gping around the cardomom fields and plans to get back to the roots and do organic farming.She is into visual art.Agya Lobzang was with us entertaining us with his rib-tickling anecdotes I made some pumpkin flower pakoras.
It has been a full day.Just a day left before I travel again.I have to start packing.
Special thing about birthdays apart from the fact that the family treats me like I was made of glass is the fact that you get in touch with your long lost friends and sometimes family.The ones who remember do so inspite of years of distance in time and place and we chat and we catch up ,albeit once in a year but they are precious,each one.
Good thing about getting older is that a lot of things in life start getting sorted.We tend to prioritise things a lot better,chanellise one's energy in places where we need to ,feel happy doing small things that matter.count it a blessing..in simple words I feel blessed.
I cooked biryani for the family and mom's school teachers ,spent the morning with my dad and uncle in the beautiful sun,spoke to my school friends,my college friends who have become friends for life.
Heard from my brother who is climbing at 10,000 feet this morning.Spoke to my cousin from NZ well past the midnight,my seventy odd years aunt and family sang over the phone to me,heard from my siblings and my neices all over
I also was pleasantly surprised by a visit from my niece with a lot of spunk who is actually doing the family thing of gping around the cardomom fields and plans to get back to the roots and do organic farming.She is into visual art.Agya Lobzang was with us entertaining us with his rib-tickling anecdotes I made some pumpkin flower pakoras.
It has been a full day.Just a day left before I travel again.I have to start packing.
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