I miss the birthday mornings when you used to wake me up with a smile, wishes, card, pen, book and cadbury. I used to wait for that eagerly. So eagerly. Birthdays do not seem happy anymore. I used to get the things I ever thought of. They were small but full of love. Your love :).
Birthdays are not same anymore.
I wake up with the nothingness inside.
I wake up with a feeling that no one will be there in the kitchen making murighonto and chingri malaikari for me.
I wake up with a vacuum in my heart.
I wake up with whatever you taught me and I smile.
I check my mobile to see your smiling face and I smile.
The day passes well...I get gifts...I cut the cake...went out to have dinner...Swissotel this year...But there is nobody backhome to tell the stories...nobody to ask every small details and give small inputs...
Life has taught me to come out of my utopia...to accept the rough life...n to forget the fairy tales...
May be there is an alter world...there is a place where you can watch me...n may be I am there too...just now smiling with you...You are stroking your hand lightly on my head n trying to calm me down...
Another 20th July...another B'day...another day with gifts n surprizes...
without You..
1 comment:
Very nice...but remeber we are all there always beside you....u are the sweetest n cutest....
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