Tomorrow will be the day I was born. 26th August. A Virgo.
The monsoon rains hadn’t quite gone yet. It was in the dead of night a girl child came into the world. I was her first child. She was a young woman giving birth in a foreign land, far away from home.
I have come a long way since then. Birthdays come and go reminding me of the year just ended. But a new year begins for me.
I will wake up tomorrow to face yet another cycle of my date of birth. And life must go on – happy birthday to me.