Two years in a row I did not wake up next to a birth day
cake and then I realized the alarm just rang “Welcome to adulthood”. Not every birth day from this time on will
start with my family next to me. The
expectation of what gifts I will receive drops down to the bottom of the
wishing well. It’s a part of growing up, having to stop being self-centered kid
who wants a birthday party and gifts because I just turned 23. There is no room
for excuses and mistakes to be taken for granted because the dialogues will
change from “She is just 22” to “ she is 23”. My first thought for the day, I
was 22 yesterday, I am 23 today and the figures will keep changing every year
but what will never change? I will be who I am forever and ever and that is
what the most important thing.
A very strange habit I could not get rid of is that I buy my
own birthday gift. This year as I was thinking what I want, I really did not
have any thing is particular I was craving to own. i once made a promise in
front of a huge crowd and cameras that I will never stop writing at the
Mountain Echoes Literary Festival 2011. The pleasure of writing was so
rewarding just by the reaction of the audience when we launched the book
“November Light”. It has been long I did not write anything except my dairy
which is strictly personal. I think the 5 months here in a new place and it’s like
a rehabilitation center for me and I am finally clean of my laziness. I am
ready to start fresh and start writing.
Blogging is one stand for interaction not with oneself but
with ideas and cultures and experiences of people across the world. So here I
am in the world of blogging with my stories. Credit to my very own Singay
Wangmo Khandu for the inspiration and the Best birth day gift ever.
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