by The Wayfarer Abdul

With every passing year..

.. I have seen people enjoying their birthday, and many of their friends around them bringing them gift and cakes..

.. I have always been the one, who have imagined my birthday party too..

But things never turned up, because only a few remember you..

My expectations always hurts me, because every year I looked for surprises, gift and wishes which never turned up..

But the few I spoke about, made my day…! My sister and my family always gave their best.. and one of my friend from my past..

Today again it happened, but for the first time – my expectation were just from myself and noone else..

I gave myself a gift, a gift of purchasing what I love.. ! and that’s when I realized – my expectation was from myself first, and not from the outside world..

Today is my day, when I was born..20 years have completed and here I am free from expectations and it feels like a whole new view on life..

I don’t doubt myself for my value, and importance in someone’s life.. because not wishing me on my birthday does not define our friendship which we share from a long time..

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— Abdul Gani Punjabi

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