The day that was...

And that day was really special. More special than what she had wanted it to be, more special because everything was so unexpected. It was the day that marked her arrival into this world, and every year but this she was extremely excited about it. This year the day was also to be "celebrated" as an anniversary. She had decided she would forgive everyone who forgot her birthday and wanted the minimum number of wishes possible - just because some of them are unavoidable. Despite no publicity and despite no want for wishes, she was actually very glad that people who meant a lot to her wished her.
Did she make a list of people who wished her? Yes! That was custom to count the number of wishes she got on her birthday. That was 39 sans belated and early wishes. Sure the number isn't even close to comparing to the erstwhile birthdays, but well, that's a biggg number for this time.
What made her more glad was that oh-not-so-close people wished her as well. And to top it all, some people she knew for just a couple of months arranged a surprise birthday. The surprise did pleasantly shock her, and it showed on her face. She is extremely thankful to these bunch of people for everything - from wishing her, to convincing her to come to the Dandiya/Garba so she doesn't feel alone, to organizing the surprise cake, above all, for making her forget her "birthday woes" entirely! She hadn't danced as much on any of her previous birthdays, nor had she ever been confronted with such a wonderful surprise.
Along side all the nice things that were happening, she was waiting. And hoping! She watched the clock strike 12 and after 24 hours she saw the clock strike 12 again. Can you believe it? The hope doesn't leave her side usually. And that does hurt at times. At times such as these. When it is more than evident that the wait is not going to be fruitful. And guess what? It wasn't fruitful. Why should it be? After all I am the bedard, ya?