14/11/2025
Yesterday was my birthday.
I hadn’t planned to celebrate. Initially, I didn’t want a gathering. I didn’t want to think too much about it, didn’t have anything in mind to make it “special,” or to be self-conscious about it, as I sometimes am. And yet, somehow, the day became unexpectedly significant and special. There’s a beauty in that feeling, the kind that comes when you aren’t expecting anything at all. Expectation, I’ve realized, can sometimes be the cruelest thief of joy.
This birthday, I felt seen. I felt blessed. And it wasn’t about the day itself, but about the people around me. My parents, far away, separated for a while now which feels like years (and years) and by miles, still made sure to give me the best blessings in the world (blessings are always the best, but I hope you understand what I mean when I say the best.). Them doing what they do best, ringing me from bed first thing in the morning, offering prayers and bhog. Their presence, even from afar, made the day feel sacred.
Then, there was my manager at work, who made the impossible seem simple. On the eve of my birthday, she surprised me with a big flowering plant, a box of chocolates, and a beautiful card. In a place where life is relentlessly busy, where minutes slip by without even noticing lunch, where demands never pause, someone stopping to think of you… that’s rare. That gesture alone made me feel extraordinary.
The day itself held its own style. There was the mandatory midnight cake which, to be honest, I don't know if I liked it, but can't mention that here. LOL. Then, a birthday morning coffee, unhurried, and peaceful, with my favorite person. No pressure. No expectations. No judgment. Just freedom to be myself. Watching that person go above and beyond, doing everything with a smile, with energy, with love… It was enough, truly.
A few messages trickled in, lighting up my phone just enough. I realized I prefer this now, being quietly celebrated, with genuine wishes rather than an overwhelming flood of social media notifications, which I absolutely used to enjoy once. And this is important, even when my best friend didn’t remember to wish me, it didn’t sting the way it once might have. That’s growth, I think: understanding that someone’s presence through life’s thick and thin matters far more than lil slips of memory. Forgiveness comes easy when it matters, and this birthday reminded me of that.
Evening brought another layer of joy: a small, intimate gathering, thoughtful gifts, who wouldn't like gifts, each one a reflection of some love and care, not in number but in meaning and a few surprises that lit up my heart. But one moment stood above the rest. A gift from my favourite person, any thoughtful gift from a special person is precious, but this one… this was something I know I wouldn’t have afforded for a couple of years at least. And yet, it wasn’t about the price. It was the intention. The thought. The importance and emotion wrapped in it. That kind of love humbles you. That kind of effort makes you pause and feel blessed in the deepest way. Thank you for everything you do, for everything you are.
And thank you to everyone who played a part in making this birthday special.
Thank you to every soul I’ve met in my life so far, you all, in ways big or small, have contributed to the person I am today. I carry a piece of each of you with me.
What I learned yesterday, perhaps what life quietly teaches as we grow, is that joy isn’t in grandeur or expectation. It’s in the little, genuine gestures. In being seen and loved. In freedom to be yourself. In the hearts that hold you even when distance, time, or circumstance keeps you apart.
Yesterday wasn’t just a birthday. It was a gentle reminder: life, and the people who walk it with us, are the real gifts. ❤️✌️