It is done.
My mom called it in
My sisters sang
FB and Whatsapp confirmed it
My colleagues cut a cake and celebrated it
I am 39 and that is it.
Come Let us slice into each other With fine surgical precision You slash me here I slash you there And then When the storm is done I will patch you up And you tuck me up You bring the bucket I the mop the blood And together we will cleanse Our ancient hurts Our guilts And our fears Until we start again And over a cup of coffee You tell me My dear Just how much you love me And I shall tell you Just how much I love you.
Happy Birthday :-)
ReplyDeleteyou are blessed to have people around you who celebrate you :-)
A very very happy birthday to you! :-)
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Happy Birthday, Rajesh... Even forty isn't bad...
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