I got up in the morning, supposedly somewhat special morning, because it was my birthday. Why make such a hue and cry over a day, which is just another day in life.  With birthday reminders on social media, and loads of online “friends”, birthday means, gluing your eyes to your phone replying to all the messages; the wishes however are perhaps not as thrilling as “in our good old times” (I really must be getting old)!

So I have been avoiding being wished on social media. I convinced myself that its childish to keep saying happy birthdays. After the day’s work, friends started to pour in in the evening with “wishes”- magical wishes. Seeds of joy, dormant due to dryness of busy days, sprouted into laughter when showered with so much joy, love, friendship, singing and dancing. Isn’t that magic?

Its nice to be wished when one has such amazing friends. Thank you!