It's like entering third phase of my life... In the first one, birthdays meant cake, balloons, gifts, coloured dress [and exams :-(]. Being a March baby was somewhat traumatic in this phase. Nobody around me remembered my birthday [exams :-(]. I never got gifts. It was still some fun. It is from this phase itself I picked up the habit of reminding people about my budday...so that I do not end up feeling disappointed on this day.
Second phase was much more exciting. Bouquets from friends...better from 'secret admirers' :p...wishes from 'crushes', people surprising you at midnight with cake, gifts n more, keeping wrappers of those gifts safely in locker...and then taking them out, months later, on some idle Saturday.
Many March's ago...when I was a little girl, 23-24 somehow seemed to be a very fascinating number for age. Responsible, mature, mellowed -- these are adjectives I'd attach whenever I met a didi of that age :) It has always been an amusing thought all these years...and is an even greater amusement to feel a sense of achievement on this birthday...as if crossing a milestone. 'Marriage' has suddenly become a buzzword. Not for me (thank God for an elder sister, who is still unmarried) but for close friends around. Career looks good enough as of now. Don't know about "Responsible, mature and mellowed' but certainly feel independent, confident and free...
Feels like standing in the middle of a road and admiring the journey i've covered so far and then gazing at the open sky above and smiling at endless possibilities that the road ahead has in store...Feels like understanding myself a bit more and loving every bit of it... :)