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                          - - Birthday - - 
The most overrated day in every person's life, isn't it?
All of us stay excited and lie in wait for the day we were blessed on this earth.
Years ago, the day was so painful to our mother yet being a beautiful day for our entire family. After that this day was full of joy, sweets, chocolates and gifts.

Childhood was all about a day to escape from our daily schedule, studies, homeworks, a day without any scoldings and our friends being invited to our house for a party. The evenings used to be so exciting waiting to see the the baloons in our home, some decorations, some lights and a delicious cake and our eagerness to cut it defined our happiness too. As soon as we cut the cake, gifts and blessings showered in the form of family, friends and relatives.

And then someday we grew up.... 
Birthdays became no more exciting and enjoying. We love to celebrate and be happy with some of our friends and our family. Rest all isn't needed anymore. All of us feel tired and rest has become our priority, but we aren't gifted it too. From wearing colorful dresses and escaping scoldings on the day to hanging out, chilling, boozing, etc. Birthday changed its version.
There are so many people who hates you, dislikes you and has a unknown enmity with you but despite all these they still write "Happy Birthday" on our timeline. It's somehow piercing as hell. All these days through the year...they won't talk to you, they will just pass by and lend a fakest smile ever and then one day comes your birthday and even they want to be your wellwisher just for some fake showoff. And I don't know why people do this! There comes hundreds of people as such and there fake handshakes as well. 
Talking about those gifts, cakes and sweets....we never want them, all we need is those handshakes and hugs of our small but real circle of friends. Expectations hurts but some unexpected people hurts too.
If I was sorrow for 364 days,
How could I be the happiness just for 1 day?

With every passing year,
My expectations became wiser...
Now they don't look for quantity
What they look for is small but good quality.
      
©Suraj Pandey

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  1. Woww ..its really amazing ❤

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    1. ❤️such an amazing support❤️😊

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    1. Haan sacchai ko panno meh jo utarna hai.😊

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  3. 👏👏👏👏👏

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  4. So much reality in it ❤-Mayukh

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  5. 👌👌👌👌👌

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  6. Well said 👌👌👌👌

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  7. 👌👌👌👏👏👏👏

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  8. 👌👌👌👌👌👌

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  9. Awsome bro 😘😘😚😚

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  10. 😚😚😘😘well written

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  11. Superb and truth is well engraved on this wall about birthday

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    1. Shukriya mere bhaiii... 😍❤️😍

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  16. Well said suraj..👌👌

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  17. Bht sahi�� well written ��

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Today I met my Dream again. Dream that walked in my life when I was 8, Dream that left me when I was 18. Dream that gave me a cause to live this life. Dream that taught me how to fight. How can I forget it's glowing eyes, That leaded me in my aimless nights. How can I fail to recall it's firm hand, That held me when I was about to cry. My Dream. It had the same old smile as it had when I was a child. I still desired to grab it's body with both my hands. But it was too late. My Dream was walking to the woods of dark, While I was trapped in the cage of responsibility and Fate.                                                                                              - Swati Singh         ...