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December has always been my favourite one. Because it’s Christmas and Winter and of course my Birthday. 
While this year was a little disappointing in terms of temperature. (I still need the fans on☹️) it was made perfect by so many different activities. 
First half of the month was exhaustingly yet excitingly occupied in practising and preparing for the puppet show. A beautiful enriching and rewarding experience. On 17th my co trainees and lovely batch mates at Tridha decided to celebrate my birthday in advance so celebration started a day earlier. But I had no idea of another celebration waiting. Until I walked into a restaurant with My bestie Bhavu after the extra puppet show for school and cake presented to me. The shocker was that I had chosen the restaurant (or at least they tricked me well to believe so) and having no clue who could it be from I was happily surprised to see mom and the other two idiots from college. Totally unexpected. Felt so special. 
Evening I had a personal stand up comedy show when we met the third idiot So now Dadu Bhaiya Hansi And Goli were laughing crazy for good 2 hours. So much my cheek hurt. 
All you need is a loving and a crazy mother and a bunch of crazy friends. 

I wondered if things could get any better. Until I learnt that since someone else already booked the milk van to Talasari I had to take the train. For some reason I didn’t mind. I love long train journeys alone. I felt gratitude for the simple fulfilling life I live when I saw 6:20 local at Borivali jam packed with people. Then people getting in train at the tracks even before the train started from Virar. đŸ˜ą 2 hours passed in a jiffy chanting my rounds by the window (not an ideal way to chant but I prefer completing my rounds in morning)
When I reached Umargaon. The vehicle that was supposed to pick me up had to go elsewhere so I sat in the auto waiting for the guy to fill another 5 passengers. They take 7 at a time đŸ˜–. To my relief the other uncle sitting offered to pay 100 and requested me to shell 50 instead of 30 bucks so that we could reach comfortably and fast. ( I had secretly wished for something like this đŸ˜‰) 
Happily after another 4 rounds of chanting I reached and My ever so caring husband came just in time to  receive me. We went straight to Shishuvatika. And as soon as I entered the bacchus started singing the song. I guess Only a teacher can understand the sweetness and purity of that moment. They enjoyed my homemade h besan laddus. And even Jagannath treated like kme to aalu is wada I was longing to eat since past 5 months. 

Then spending sometime wiith my little munchkins and making Kirtan comfortable. We set off to place planned by the surprise specialist Mr. Modi (Nehal) I was  looking forward to. 
And I can proudly say my husband has well figured out what makes me most happy. So I had a great Abhyangam session awaiting. Satvik food. And lots of painting and leisure time. The day passed at perfect speed. When we went for dinner. They played the birthday song. Which was by co incidence. Someone else was celebrating their birthday too. đŸĽłk
I guess the universe was wishing me too. đŸ¤—

The next day too had a good deal of shopping. (For 
school. But I love it anyways)
I had made my birthday reminder private in FB. And yet had hundreds of wishes. 

It’s funny. How when u have no expectations you just have it all. And how simply one can be so happy. Speaking for myself I have been such a negative melancholic always I just could not appreciate. 
And somehow since a few days especially these few days I realised there is so much I have to be grateful for. And how wherever however I have the greatest relationships I would not trade this for anything. 

T is 30. I am so happy for being t-1. And being able to value what’s important in life. (No badhayi here) genuinely I pray to remain in gratitude for every moment.
And be better and better in my dealings with others. Perform my Sadhna and seva well. And pass oon the happiness I have so graciously received.

There was a time I always felt sad thinking I don’t deserve to be appreciated or loved enough. I still believe it and feel lucky to have people who have accepted me anyways. I always knew Kishna loves us. This time I actually felt it. He gave me so many people who selflessly tolerate me and are so kind to love me unconditionally Il wish I could be so.

P:S :Also got the news that now on I will share  my birthday with a very close friend’s newborn son. 


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Thank you Maa, Nehal, Kirtan, Bhavna, Vinit, Dadu, Nitin, and all of you for being a part of my journey. đŸ™đŸ™đŸ™đŸ™

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