2025
11:59
p.m. on the face dial of my wrist watch. Sixty seconds. My phone screen lit up,
signalling the flood of wishes bombarding WhatsApp post midnight.
Racing against
time, ransacking the paraphernalia, ignoring the crooning landline, my eyes scanned the shelves, my fingers finally claiming the faded, yellowing grocery
bill.
The
clock struck twelve. I smiled into the wretched piece of paper.
Don’t Forget:
Apples (below 120)
1 kg Dal (They’re yellow!)
*Top priority
Don’t forget I love you. Happy birthday!
I read my first birthday wish at
midnight.
Just the way I had been reading
it since 2016.
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