Birthdays tend to have this sobering effect. Jeez..people do love you, people do remember you, people do care enough to send across their wishes.
Strikes you as how, in this roulette wheel of life, the great wheel comes to a slow grinding halt for a day and, people who do think, you are special, are there right before you! And then life rolls on, all over again!
So still hanging on to the upbeat mood, still savouring the last few crumbs of the special day, still reluctant to slip into the maddening ‘goinincircles’ mode. State of bliss is fine, even if (i allow it) for jus a day, and love this Tagore’s quote ‘pleasure is like a frail dewdrop, while it laughs it dies.’
Strikes you as how, in this roulette wheel of life, the great wheel comes to a slow grinding halt for a day and, people who do think, you are special, are there right before you! And then life rolls on, all over again!
So still hanging on to the upbeat mood, still savouring the last few crumbs of the special day, still reluctant to slip into the maddening ‘goinincircles’ mode. State of bliss is fine, even if (i allow it) for jus a day, and love this Tagore’s quote ‘pleasure is like a frail dewdrop, while it laughs it dies.’
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