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My Birthday wish.


How I wish I was a child again just for a day. No fret, no worries. Being innocent and not knowing you are, is quite something. And it can be felt only by being a child.

Both my daughters are super excited to celebrate my birthday today. (They are much interested in the cake though). They have made it very clear as to which cake is to be ordered, which restaurant will be good for dinner, which dress they are planning to wear. Missy 8 has even alluded to what I should select to wear .

When I was little I was too shy. So I would like to tweak that side of mine a bit. I always was happy in all the small things, and I have maintained that side of mine.

I love gifts. What's not to like about gifts. I like gifting people and receiving back gifts too. I never used to pay much attention to what's inside the gift wrap. For me, since I was a child, I used to be fascinated by the sheer art of gift wrapping. All those pretty bows and all that glittery packing. Also the idea of me receiving a gift was so heartening that I never used to pay heed to what actually was inside. But all that was when I was a child. Now it's not so. I am excited and like what's inside equally. So it better be good😂.

I was very impatient and sometimes rude to people who used to irritate me. I think I should get that back as a grown up. It's because most of the people I meet are irritating. And how I wish I can give them a high five..on their face....with a chair. But being a grown up, I have to digest that and sometimes suffer fools too.

Back in those days, when I was in school, I used to be in my own world. And that quality of mine is still intact. I have my own to do lists in my mind. And people close to me know that when I am bored( even in between a conversation), I take a flight in my own world. And like a grownup, go through my to do lists.

The best way to be a kid again is through your kids. I am living my life all over again through my kids. And I have no qualms about that whatsoever. My mantra - Live, Love , Laugh - NOW !


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