I never really had an answer for ‘what do you want for your birthday?’ And ‘how would you like to celebrate it?’ type of questions. I mean, would it be weird if i said may be i don’t want to go out and celebrate it. May be i just want to sit on a bench in a park and talk about metaphysics. May be i want to talk about the mysterious ways of how the world is changing every day. How religion has become a boundary for those of who want to question the existence of humans and a God.
May be i want to spend it watching a mechanic fix my car on my birthday. May be I don’t want the forced ‘HBDs’ on my wall and rather a random unexpected ‘hello’ in my inbox on a normal Sunday.
May be i would want to spend it watching a random kid’s face lit up who i gave my iced-tea to. And the way he sat in a corner and drank it. Not a care in the world.
May be that’s how i would want to spend my birthday. Just being there with a friend scribbling in a journal and watching the sky change colors from pink to gray, then into a pitch black.