This year I am very happy and excited for my birthday.
In the new year I start planning for my birthday. I told everyone that my birthday is coming. 3months pass with my full of excitement and waiting.
Finally, my birthday month has come.
Start count down by making my poster. I don't know if someone is excited for my birthday or not but I am very excited. Each week I purchase a gift for myself.
First week I purchased an emoji pillow. Second week rings, third week swami vivekanand quotation book and fourth week another book quotation book of swami vivekananda. Very happy when I got all these gifts. Finally my birthday week came. I uploaded my countdown poster's status on whatsapp and a story on Instagram for my birthday. Feeling very happy, my day is coming, which I am eagerly waiting for. A day before my birthday 29april.


On that day everyone wished me in advance. Me and my friend Sheetal decide which dress I will wear and hairstyle.
I already selected a pose for my pics.and my favorite cake Red velvet.Everything we prepare. Day goes full of happiness and night comes when a few hours are left for my birthday. At that time I couldn't Control my excitement . Few hours are complete . At 12am everyone wished me with their beautiful message, video, poster etc.
Very happy because before this never my birthday started like this. At that time I felt like Princess and walking in the open sky. I get many calls at that time for wishes. My friends and jiju call me. Family wishes me. Everything goes perfect. I reply to everyone 's wishes and put on status. I sleep at 1:00am . Very happy and think tomorrow I will cut my favorite cake and wear my favorite dress and do my favorite things on my birthday. Very very happy at that time. and I sleep . In the middle of the night my eyes open from a crying voice. I suddenly get up and ask what happened? My sister told me Our father's real sister expired.
When I heard this, I was shocked. Truly I don't cry and feel sad for my aunty. But feeling worse because my birthday spoils and every dream again becomes dreams. I have a very bad habit of showing my happiness and never showing my sadness to people.

© pandit's girl