What comes to your mind when I say the word Birthday? Some of you may think about a beautiful day that your friends and parents made special. Some of you may think of someone else's birthday, maybe of the love of your life, your parents or your best friend. For most of us our birthday is a very special day. It meant the same for me until I was 10 years old.
I am from a middle class family. I lived in Gujarat (a state in India), life was beautiful there. Every year I waited for 7th of March, my birthday date. On my birthday, as soon as I wake up, I used to get a surprise, a thing that I always thought of. We used to invite my friends, family, neighbors and celebrate my birthday very happily. After I was 8 years old, we shifted to Delhi. We used to do the same in Delhi for two years but deep inside I felt that my parents started losing interest in my birthday or didn't want to make it a special day. A year passed and I believed that my parents have lost that love for me, that care for me as they used to have when we lived in Gujarat.
On my 11th birthday we just bought a cake we celebrated it amongst ourselves and had a good dinner. But that love was not there, I could feel it.
