I never really believed or even probably looked forward for my birthday except probably in my childhood days when the lure of a gift was all I used to look forward to.
However, in the past few years, I had few very contrasting birthdays, some filled with so much joy and happiness and some with relative despair. In them I saw and felt touched by others and also saw how much I can be despised by someone.
Yet there were events or rather aspects of them to mark them by - maybe.
This year has been the oddest of all. It has been the most indifferent one in the life I have lived till now I presume. Forget gifts, I even forgot my own birthday - seems hilarious maybe but it is tragic too. A birthday full of loads of work is fine but bereft of any feelings is something very new. Many a year I had said to myself that birthday is just another day of the year, there is nothing more noticeable in this year about my birthday than this.
Enjoying such a day is also an experience.
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