An explaination

It is not that I hate you guys wishing me happy birthdays nor that I hate people reminding that I am getting older. I never meant that wishing happy birthday means nothing to me.

Although my birthdays hold no personal value to me, you guys remembering do. As much as I feel awkward about it, I do feel a warm fuzzy feeling when I receive a sms wishing me all the best on the 10th of this month every year.

I apologize for not replying some of your sms but each time after 6 or 7 sms's (or is it smses?) clutter in my inbox I have problems sorting them out for replying.

Thanks.

Birth

Thanks to all the well wishers and people whom I didn't expect to remember. Not that I am underestimating the potential of your empathy but I just didn't realize I am worth the effort of a sms.

Birthdays have had no personal value for me, largely because of the fact that I was brought up with no family birthday celebrations and no "little birthday parties" hosted in my house. For over 2 decades my birthdays have been spent quietly and for my 21st birthday I had a simple dinner with a small group of friends, whose turn-up rate can be counted on one hand.

Maybe its the morbidity that I associate with birthdays.

Its not adding up of age.

Its a countdown ticker to the final day.