Birthdays.

I have started feeling too old for birthdays now. Not only my own, others as well (my friends that is!) I wouldn't want to snatch the joys of younger cousins. Is it owing to a phenomenon known as 'GROWING UP?' I've even started receiving birthday mails that speak more about getting old and grey-haired and wise that saddens me for no reason. Not that I was always a very excited-about-birthdays person, but its nice to see people remember and call you which otherwise rarely happens these days ever since whatsapp has taken over all other forms of communication. I know that I look forward to birthdays only to hear my not-so-distant friends call me and then we catch up on all the long due conversation that could have happened had we not been so busy in our professional lives. Such lies! I have given up feeling sad because a friend I expected would call did not. Honestly, we all should brace ourselves now for such disappointments as we grow old. In fact, I remember what a friend said to me once, "Don't expect anything from friends and don't depend on them too much." I was disappointed to hear this, because I believed back then, that I had a wonderful set of friends who bought such liveliness in me. Short-lived!

Once we part ways, we all forget each other. Then, we just remain in each others' memories, as small fragments. I wish we had a memory chalet. I dearly do. *Sigh*