Yesterday my cousin sisters celebrated their 9th birthday (they are twins, one minute difference). This is the second time I missed their birthday. This time I had to come back for college just one week before their birthday. Wish my holiday could get extended by 7 more days. That’s why felt worse this year.
I had already bought their gifts and left them with my mother. They received it first thing in the morning. As usual they loved it. They always love whatever I give them. Dunno why, they often prefer the ones I already used, especially the older of the twins. Maybe that shows how deep our connection is.
At night I spoke to them over Skype. They saw my face and understood there’s something wrong. They understood I was sad.
The older twin said, “don’t worry, next year if your college starts late, we could celebrate together”. I said, “What if next year also I won’t be able to stay?” You know what she said? She said, “this year I forgot but next year you’ll see us cut the cake over Skype”.
I was surprised by her response. Were they the same kids whom nine years back l used to take in my arms and played for hours together? Were they same kids whom I used to teach how to walk and talk?
I was in a doubt whether angels and fairies exist or not. But now I say, yes they do, and I have two fairies in my life. They are my first cousins by relation, but to me they are no less than siblings. Of all my cousins, they are closest to me. And I guess so am I to them.
It seems they came into my life just yesterday.
Staying with them I learned how to handle kids. I learned to understand them. I learned how to be like them and relive my childhood.
Wish them a happy, fruitful year ahead.
I wish them a healthy mind and body. Hope their all wishes come true.
I would happily take all their grief and give them my happiness.
Crazykidjournal turns one!!!!!!
Not only CKJ turns one, the blogger me too turns one. YIPPIE!!!!!! Thanks to all those who guided me, advised me and encouraged me in the last one year
When birthday comes and it’s time for gifts, I want nothing but books. Birthday has become an excuse to buy new novels, to experience new story with the new year of my life. Only a week left for my birthday, and here I am in a bookstore to buy myself birthday gifts on behalf of Mom and Granny. You know, one of the biggest problems with me is, whenever I enter a bookstore I am so confused about which book to buy, which book to select, which to reject. There are those vampire fictions which I haven’t read yet and, being a vampire fanatic, I am getting impatient to read them. Then there are romance novels of which I received pretty good reviews. Again there are quite many Sidney Sheldon thrillers which I have been planning to read lately. So many choices, but I could take only a few. I wish I owned this bookstore, or any bookstore; this thing always plays around in my psyche. Since I can make limited choice, its better I pick up some random books, browse through them a little bit and if I like them, I take them. Some books give me good vibes that I am going to enjoy reading them. Some seemed weird. One of them was Chetan Bhagat’s “Half Girlfriend”. At least the titles of his previous novels were sensible. Half Girlfriend, seriously? From when did we start having half and full girlfriends? Social activists say youngsters, by trying to ape the west, are defiling the Indian society and culture. This man alone, by writing such nonsense, is defiling it even more. Next I pick up Agatha Christie’s “The Adventure of the Christmas Pudding”, how can a Christmas pudding become adventurous? I open the book and I find this line, “Don’t eat none of the plum pudding. One who wishes you well.” What did the poor plum pudding do? Why so much torture on it? Then I pick up Nora Roberts’ “True Betrayals”. The title sounds contradicting but after reading the back cover, I get the good vibe. So I include it in my shopping cart. After spending about two hours (or maybe two-and-a-half) I finally decide on taking “True Betrayals” and “When Only Love Remains” by one of my favourite authors Durjoy Datta.
Birthday…… It happens to be the happiest day of every person’s life. For me it used to be the most precious and grandest day of my life. My birthday used to be celebrated like a festival. After all I am the only child of my parents, so obviously my dad will do this for me. I would be so excited that used to start counting days a month in advance. I would go shopping with mom on the eve of my birthday (actually my shopping would begin a fortnight in advance). I would wait till midnight for calls and messages. On the main day, there would be a small party with friends in school. In the evening all my relatives and friends would come up and celebrate my birthday. The whole day would be filled with gifts, chocolates, gossips, music and of course food. Till last year my birthday would be the best day of the year. But now……. Everything has changed. I have shifted to another city. Alone. Leaving behind my family, friends, bringing with me only those memories. This year my birthday didn’t seem like my birthday. For the first time I felt so lonely, so isolated. No mom and granny to cook my favourite dishes. No dad for me to pull his leg for again not uttering the words “Happy Birthday” to me. No friends to party hard with. Suddenly the day turned so weird. Yes, I do have new friends. But those years were different and this year is completely different. I couldn’t let go of the past. I just cried and cried. Mom and granny tried their best to console me. One of my childhood buddies tried to make me laugh and make me feel that everything is normal. Nothing had changed. But…… I couldn’ t see them. I just could hear them over the phone. Then how come nothing has changed ? I consoled myself thinking that after two months i will be visiting them. So what if it’s only for a fortnight.