I woke up when the sun rose before 2 hours. It took me a second to realize that its 8th December 2001. I jumped from the bed and went out of my bedroom with an enthusiastic smile. Mom came to me and wish me again with a hug. It was not a regular day. It was "The Maitri Special Day". No uniform, chocolates, cakes, gifts.
I went to school in light blue jeans and a black t-shirt. When I entered the class, everyone was looking at me. I don't know why? Maybe that is just because I wore a free dress or my new red lipstick or it is just because I am always special on this day.
I met almost 50 people in my school. Everyone came to me to shake my hand. I was thanking them with a colorful lunchbox. I was about to fly in the sky.
Mom is always a mom. She always knew how to make me feel special. OMG, she wishes me for the 20th time today. Every time my smile increases. Look, what is papa holding? It's a cake. It's a cake. People started coming to my place. I was the center of the celebration. All were gathered for me. Everyone noticed how beautiful I looked in my light pink shiny frock. After all, it was "The Maitri Special Day".
20 years pass. It is almost 10 PM. I have picked that type of clothes which can wear for the full day and also It looks good at 12 AM because it doesn't look good if u change it after. I intentionally do not run into the freezer to check out because I don't want to ruin one thing which people are trying to do for me. 1 hour left and people are trying to push me away from the main hall. I keep doing what they say and acting like I am innocent and not having any glimpse of what is going to happen.
Finally, the cake is there in front of me. 5 to 6 people are there in the room who are cheering and clapping. The celebration is over in 1 hour. I am feeling happy because it was a surprise cake-cutting celebration which happens every year at this time. Maybe it is "The Maitri Special Hour".
When I was 10, I had 50 birthday with smiles on their faces and handshaking. Now I have 200 wishes of which 180 are just comments in one post. The earlier cake was a sign of celebration and now it is just a formality.
People, Situation, age, expectations, wishes everything is changed in the last 20 years. Only one thing is not changed. That is ME.
