So friends, people, countrymen gather around. This has been long overdue but I've returned with yet another story, the length is not yet determined but judging by the duration of this event I can say it will not be long. By duration I mean a day because the thing that we are infact going to talk is about birthdays which lasts for 24 hours but the fuss we make because of it, outnumbers it.
One of the trends that I saw but witnessed from a distance was called a birthday month. Where the person in focus begins to celebrates pronoun(his/her) birthday a month before pronoun(his/her) actual birthday. I frankly never got behind this trend because
a) at some point it gets pathetic
b) you need enough friends who are equally as excited for 'your' birthday as you are and
c) is just here to make the list complete. Then there is this ongoing trend of a birthday week which I can get behind. It is because the longevity of this trend doesn't allows it to get anymore pathetic than it already is. Right at the brick when you reach the apex of your birthday week you are either underwhelmed or so overwhelmed that you'll be suffering from the post birthday hangover. But yet there are a majority of people who doesn't even care to celebrate. I can understand that it's not too big a deal, it's too nerve inducing anxious series of events that unfolds in a day but as an anxious person and rare as it might be, I for that matter of fact really like birthdays be it mine or anybody else's. Now, we come towards the end to the prelude and here is where the real story begins.
It was our first year of college, a classroom filled half to the brim with a total of 60 students. Some faces were familiar but most were not. April kids knows too well the struggle of friend making and henceforth, should get right to it because before they know it, boom! their birthday is over and nobody remembered it. Our birthday comes and goes so fast that we don't even have a chance to send and accept Facebook friend requests which to be honest has been reduced to a very overpowered birthday reminder. Why? Because most academic session begins in April. Sucks. Luckily I made some friends but It was not until the second semester that we really bonded. And into the next year I had friends who not only remembered but also wished me on my birthday before I had to let them know. A big flex I would say.
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By the first two weeks groups were made on the basis of the seat they choose to sit on their first day. I don't know who came up with this but it is true. But in all honestly I was just glad that somebody wanted to sit next to me. Cons to this? True friendships were a matter of luck, you either click or you don't. There were a few whose personalities shined so much that I needed sunglasses both in class and outside, and I was always like how I am in the same age group as them?
But there was this one person very quite but also brazen enough to question the teachers and who spoke with the utmost politeness even when he joked around. I'm not in love in with this guy just very much intrigued by how he does thing. I mean how is he a functional part of the society and I am not. Please tell me your secrets sensei.
So it was natural that my mind unconsciously kept track of everything that he said and did. It was like passive reading, you don't know where it is from but you are most certain that you read it somewhere.
It was April the 13th, second year into the academic session. A normal day you might say. But fun fact, it happened to be on a Friday. To the fans of horror I need not to say the ominous implications of this day. But those who don't watch horror wouldn't know the meaning behind this date or day. Likewise, to me for the most of the first half of the day was uneventful. Into the second lecture of the day, still nothing. Third, yet nothing out of the ordinary. But it was during the end of the third class when my subconscious decided to play a round a trivia with me. As the teacher left the class I saw from the left corner of my eye that the guy that I talked about was receiving a hug from someone. A hug so warm that my brain was trying hard to not make it something more that it appeared to be. But my mind was already playing Sherlock.
