A Birthday

I cut a small pista cake in the morning, before Ash left for school. He ate a small piece though he is not fond of cakes. He had refused to taste his bday cake last year.

Otherwise nothing really special. It is going to be a long day at work, so plans of ordering dinner from outside seems bleak.

My mom, my ol' friend Bino, my former landlady and mil called to wish me.

Save for the sheer pleasure of knowing that people still remember your big day, birthdays are no longer fun. It cant be when you are on the wrong side of 30.