MY DREAM BIRTHDAY..........

 
102,Main road
Mumbai
Maharashtra
                                                                       
                                                                                                                                  04 OCTOBER 2013

Dear kriya,
         How are you my baby? I am fine over here. I was eagerly waiting for your arrival but dad said me that you can't come on this very special day of mine.
                 You know from childhood I every time tried to pen down my dreams on paper and you used to wait for my letter.You fulfilled my dreams till now after reading the letters. But this time whatever I am saying is quite difficult for both of us. Okay got it, emotion aside and now just listen to my dream world.
             I always wish that my birthday could be arranged at a different place, a place where big mountains with all over echo around me as echo always intimate me "Be careful whatever you give others the same will return again in your life whether its good or bad."
            The birds flying higher and higher always show me "Look one day you will be flying higher in the sky with all the success you have achieved till now."
            A waterfall over there which makes me feel that "No matter how many times you fall in your life, still you will be floating safely."
            The charming moon boosting me up through his gestures that "Whatever you have now is just to  help others with your brightness even in dark."
           Candles on the top of my birthday cake desperately asking me to blow them off and also in the same way blow away the evil in you.
            Ya I know I can't visit and see all these places as God once asked me to play the blind fold game with him and blind folded me forever at that moment. But that is not a big problem for me I know as God always allowed me to dream even in the dark and made me learn through all these things which I always dream.
             Don't forget to thank this uncle in your letter who always writes all the letters of mine with patience when I narrate him for hours and hours.
                                                                                                                     with loads of love
                                                                                                                         *********
                                                                                                             (God's special gifted child...)

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