Birthday - what difference does it make - death is equally pre-destined. With morbid, sad thoughts I went to bed. Half asleep, nearing 12 on the 12th of sept. Suddenly with a hue and cry I was woken out of my depressed state. Ambika had invited my office pals and the other bright regulars who came home to surprise me with a party - complete with tiara, party caps, pompoms, candles which wouldn't go off, confetti, gifts, cake and so on...
These are moments to live for, in the present and with a lot of joy and show of affection. A glow spread over my soul. We took pics, made merry and a good time was had by all, till we broke up for the night/morning! The next day at Rehab centre there was another little cake that I shared with the therapists and the special kids who came in. The loveliest gift I received was a picture colored by an autistic non-verbal kid - Jude - he flung it on my table as my birthday gift and walked away. That was the gift that touched me most, that taught me to value what I have, children who can walk, talk, understand, show affection... I learnt to share my abilities with those who are differently abled.
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