Hey There!
Hope you are doing well during the current times amidst the Corona chaos. And I also hope you are reading this staying in the comfort of your home while keeping yourself, your family and others out there safe.
So my birthday is around the corner and this year is way more special than usual. Guess why?
Because this April 25th I am turning 25 years old. Before the whole Corona situation started I had thought of making it special, something to remember by while life happens. And now, my options are limited.
A Journey to 25 is a series of blogs that I intend to write every day as we get closer to my birthday this year. Each day recollecting the wonderful years I have lived on this beautiful planet. In my own way, I am making it special, making it count.
This one’s dedicated to the time I was growing up to be a year old in 1996, the year I celebrated my first birthday.
I was born in a town in the Northern region of India called Aligarh. Though I was born here my birth was celebrated miles away in Vadodara, India where my dad threw a huge party. I have heard stories from my parents. My dad tells me how tiny I was. On the hospital bench, I would fit in the tiny space right next to him while sleeping. He remembers the tiny freckles on my cheeks so vibrantly highlighted on my skin, white as milk.
My mom recalls how my great grandmother would take me for a stroll every day in her arms around the village with a proud smile on her face and twinkle in her eyes. She says I looked beautiful in yellow and pink and all the colours light.
I have been told stories of my first birthday. We were in my mom’s village and in a traditional Indian festive fashion everyone partied. There wasn’t a cake. There were sweets, a variety of them. There weren’t chips and fries. There were home-cooked specials, chole puri, kachori, samosa, pakora, and chai. There weren’t any decorations. There were diyas lighting up the place. There wasn’t any music. There were laughter and sounds of hearty chatter. I was only a baby then. Of course, I cried looking at all the people happily celebrating my first birthday. But I think I would have felt the vibrations of everyone’s happiness and smiled. And now that I know all of this I feel blessed and happy to be surrounded by people who loved and celebrated me.
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