i never celebrate my birth day for i believe that, there is nothing
to celebrate in being born into this world. i had never felt the
day; it had always been just another day for me. today, may 12, on my "birthday"-
i came back home after giving my exam. my mom was waiting at the doors with a smile. some time later, she said quite suddenly to me, " so you'll be 20 from now on, right"?
i was born. i went to school. i studied. i wrote exams. i passed them
alright! i go to a college. i study. i write exams. i pass them alright!
so, what exactly have i achieved in all these years? Nothing!
i was sitting in my room, looking at the walls. i saw a photo of mine-
with my friends and there was another photo of me, with my parents.
i may not be a very good daughter, for i do not obey my parents, i trouble them a lot, i sometimes don't care about them, but i had made them happy- for reasons unknown. whatever i am to them, i make them happy.
my friends like my presence. i make them happy. they laugh with me,
they cry with me, they walk with me- as i do with them.
i am twenty now. and i dedicate this birthday of mine to my parents
and to all my friends. they are all that i ve earned till now. they are all that i have!
to you- mom and dad!
to you all- my friends!