Yes we met many years back
But the first time we met,
You’d too outgrown a nature,
And me a timid little girl.
I respected you for being our counsellor
And worked hard any task I was given
We shared only one
Or two words at the most
The hot Saturday morning
I still remember,
How you would scamper by
Dressed in short pink skirt
I didn’t know we would become friends
One we would take farther down the line
And here I look back,
I know nothing would be more beautiful
Oh yes, you didn’t talk to me for many days!
Did I fail you there?
Or maybe it was you
But we are still friends
How many birthdays have we
Celebrated together with letters?
This isn’t just another day
I know this is special
You haven’t grown a beard
Your hair hasn’t grayed
But oh yes, You are a woman now
And on this day special
May you become even wiser
May you talk even more
And may you have a great birthday
/Author’s note: L has taken two weeks’ leave from office and is somewhere in the wilderness where the mobile network doesn’t catch her. I have started missing her. The fact that we have always so many things to talk, be it by sitting in the middle of the town on the footpath, or by standing by the road near my place, or by standing and waiting for our friends at Zangdopelri parking, I miss the sheer absence of self-conscious feeling and the fun we share thus.
Yesterday, 14th September was her birthday. I hope you will join me in wishing her a happy birthday and a fulfilling life without sickness and problems.