Love is a theme that I am so found of
writing and it is she who made it so. Those who are following my blog would know
who she is and so yesterday’s (July 19th) importance too. Any way if you don’t
know just go through my past post on the same date.
Yes that is right; it was the birthday
of my beloved love (R.K) and I totally forgot to make it a special day for her.
I was at the peak of my annoyance for the past two week and damn that I continued
it through out yesterday too. Though I had called her one second before my
watch’s second hand jumped to July 19th and wished her Happy
Birthday, it wasn’t enough and I know it. I know her very well and knew what
she expect from me, not time keeping, not anything fancy or over romantic but rather
simple, an e-card and few lines of wishes ending with “forever yours, Rahul”.
I am a self absorbed prick, who can’t
even spare one day for the happiness of his love; the worst thing is that I
didn’t even try. I was so into myself that I couldn’t even see that she was
hurt, I spoiled a special day for her and for that I would say sorry but she
hates it when I say sorry to her. So dear I will say “Happy birthday and I Love
you”
P.S: On your next birthday I am
promising you a special gift, "My first Novel"
