Turning 33..

It's my birthday today. I know to some people, at this age, when you have celebrated 33 times, it is not a big deal anymore.

But I guess, this is something I look forward to every year, friends coming together bidding warm wishes. The one time in a year when I feel so blessed and appreciated. And without fail every year he would also find something to make me feel miserable!

Even now when we are separated, a short text from him at 7ish in the morning is enough to just push my spirit down.

I remember..

2 years ago, on the same date I got punched in the face.

A year ago, I got kicked in my stomache.

And this year, although he took Ady with him, I will not let him affect me.

This is a good year, a new beginning with promising journey lying ahead.

So, NO, from this year onwards, it is mine and mine alone.