Grateful

Today’s a day, that I’m not very fond of. I hardly show any excitement for this ‘special day’, ’cause it hasn’t really been special for me all these years. Last year, I was so messed up. This day was worse than any other regular day. Though, there was a good part to it too and I will cherish that memory forever.

Uff! I can’t talk in mysteries. Some of you would have already guessed what day it is, but if you haven’t, then let me tell you, it’s my birthday.

I literally burst into tears several times that day, last year. I had no high expectations. The only expectation I had, was for things to go normal and that I could just simply enjoy the day like I did other normal days. But, life isn’t that easy, is it? You don’t get what you want.

I’m not gonna bore you with my life story, but I am gonna say, that I’m grateful for what I have right now. I should have been happy with what I had earlier. I should have been content with myself, my life and the people around me who were putting in efforts to make my day.

The good part I was talking about was when I got cake smashed on my face. Okay, I’ll tell you this one. So, I was done with playing and crying and I had to go to the gym at 7:30 (I was trying to spend a normal day). I went at the time when only my friend and I would be there along with a trainer. That day, my favourite trainer, Ruby ma’am, was taking dance and cardio classes. The previous batch was just getting finished with their class, and I was waiting for mine to start.

Suddenly, tears started to fill in my eyes, and I started crying. Yeah, I was a cry baby back then πŸ™„ (I’m rolling eyes at myself). I was sitting in the corner, crying and ma’am saw me. She came over and asked why I was crying, trying to console me. I first told her I don’t know πŸ˜‚, but then I gave her my reasons. I now want to say, that I was crazy and stupid back then. Then, my friend came in and she got into the conversation too.

They both were telling me about their lives and problems and how they dealt with them and basically that went on for a while. We did not exercise πŸ˜‚

After our conversation had come to a stop, we danced a little, did a bit of choreography and suddenly they both take me out of the room, near the reception, where there’s a chocolatey cake waiting for me.

Candles were then put up, and I blew them. I cut the cake, gave both of them a bite to eat, and they made me eat too. Then, it got a bit messy. They started taking lumps of cake and smashing it into my face. I did the same to them and then we had to eat the remaining cake. Actually, we were hiding away from the camera, because we didn’t want the owner of the gym to know that we had a party without them. So, we couldn’t leave a trace. The three of us literally ate an entire chocolate cake. Oh my god! It was an overdose of sugar. Funny part is, instead of working out, we were stuffing our mouths with pieces of cake in a gym. 🀣

Of course, the smashing had made the place dirty, so we literally had to mop the floor and clean it up.

Yeah, that’s the good part about my previous birthday.

And about this birthday, let me show it to you…

This is what I got, while I was writing this post.

Oh my god! Kim, Rishi and Vani, love you all! You make me feel so loved! You’ve made my day! Love you! πŸ˜˜πŸ˜„πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

This is the best part of this birthday and of my life too! The best part is us!

I’m grateful for having all of you in my life! I don’t know how the rest of my day is going to be like, but if I have all of you by my side, then I’ll always be happy.

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Published by Kamya Seervi

A poetess consumed by wanderlust and eaten up by the eagerness to know about the mysteries of life. A poetess, writer, traveller, wanderer, ponderer and fitness enthusiast. That kind of defines me. I'm a fourteen year old and I love expressing my thoughts through poems, blogs, essays and other pieces of writing. Check out my work and don't forget to like, comment, share and follow. I think the greatest gift a writer can get is love for their work. Try and bring upon a smile on my face.

26 thoughts on “Grateful

  1. Okay. Okay. If it makes you feel any better, I too was a cry baby. I used to start crying out of nowhere, literally. I would cry at the most trivial things that bothered me. Gosh…That’s so stupid, right?πŸ˜‚
    Anyways, happy birthday, Kamya didi!!!! Love you! ❀❀

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  2. Hahaha I guess keeping up with Kamya is not that easy, not a cry baby though, just a emotional one, so cheer up always. Well they managed really well, it’s lovely to have such friends around. Btw Happy birthday Kamya . πŸ™‚πŸ€—πŸ’πŸŽ

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