I’ve treasured memories through diaries, papers, pictures and what not and keep re-visiting them every once in a while. To relive happy times and re-learn from the mistakes, as a reminder to renew ambitions and aspirations. That’s how I came upon this today. What struck me the most was how my flair for writing in Tamil has almost come to zilch. Let this post be my wake-up call.
Dearest Vijay,
Happy Birthday to us! We complete 27 years on this earth today. I have no reservations about disclosing my age. When a woman doesn’t, a man shouldn’t. Unlike many couples who share their wedding anniversaries, we share our birthdays too and that is because we share our birth-date too. How many wives get the opportunity to wish their husband “Same to you” when he wishes “Happy Birthday”? How many couples get to play hide and seek with the gifts until the birthday and treasure hunt on the big day? We do. We do because we had already said “I do”. Though I remembered, time and rain made it impossible for me to get down to get your birthday gift this year. Instead, I am presenting you this post – my chest of memories, which I believe is cooler than the coolers that you had wanted :-)
