I was born on Christmas day. Memories of my birthday have always been associated with plum cakes and the season of love and happiness.
Jet-lagged and ready to climb into bed at the earliest opportunity Saathi and I drove back home from a nice evening at my bro’s. Today evening I received a beautiful stone studded jhimiki from my mom and a nice card and a gift card from my bro and sis in law. My cup of joy just flowed over. Smiling from ear to ear I climbed into the passenger seat and looked forward with anticipation to the day ahead.
I am an unashamed glutton for attention and gifts on my birthday. I love being wished in person, over email or by snail mail. Just as the car turned the bend and the house came into view, I was ready with my snail mail box key. Saathi shook his head in disbelief and let me walk up to fetch the mail. I reached in and withdrew a bulky cover. It was addressed to me. I walked up to the door and held it up for him to see. It was from my best friend. I could not wait to see what was in it. Doubled up the stairs and ripped the cover open. Inside was a lovely scarf and a handwritten note.
I read and reread the note. It has been ages since anyone has written to me. I cried. She knitted the scarf for me. Her love envelops me in warmth as does the scarf. So, at 10:30 in the night, jet lagged and eyes bright with happiness, scarf around my neck I am typing this out.
Thank you A! I cannot express how much this means to me. You made my day!