Oh well, it is not my birthday and not coming soon too. It’s mant more months to go, rather it was just 3 months ago.
This birthday gift snap comes from my friend this morning on message. Asking, ‘Do you remeber this?’
Me:’ what? The book or some poem we wrote and that got published in this book?’
Didn’t know why exactly she was sharing this picture for.
Few minutes later her message popped., ‘hey its your birthday gift, we gifted you years back.’
I was scratching my head, pulling my hair, tapping my brains when was this gifted to me!!!
I tried to assume everything that could have happened with this book.
Why is my birthday gift still with her?
Which birthday she gifted me this book?
Did she lend it from me to read after gifting?
Finally, I asked her the million dollar question.
I don’t remember this book.
‘Did you ever give me this gift? Did you by any chance forget to give it to me.’
To which she had to write back,
This is how my friends are, my loving and dear ones.
My nephew and myself have some amazingly similar qualities which proves to create fire between us. We both have an inclination towards art, we are highly imaginative, colorful, quiet, naughty at times, talkative at times. All these similarities are the reason for the fire and ice effect. All the similarities are ice but when the transfer of words begin then there comes the fire effect. We both have our own ideas which we do not like anyone to change. We just put our foot down with our choice and one word by anyone is a disaster calling. We are stubborn, our idea is the last one that exists and will be followed, however wrong we are, we take risk to be wrong then not trying once. color combination are ours, we don’t take advice of each other, or the other person.
Being a grown up i do appreciate work done by others and i do appreciate him too but he is staunch. He likes everyone appreciating his work but he will take time to look at the other’s work, verify it and then think and nod his head, on asking he says’ hmmm it is good’, that’s it, there is no expression on his face; just that it is good.
We usually have fights on petty things like who will reach faster to his mom, who will have full attention of his mom(my sister), who will finish the biscuits last and who will not speak when the other one wants utter silence in the room. He is a fire sign and i am an air sign and usually i have to keep my weapons away as i want to talk to him and play with him and do those silly kiddie things i can, in short; be a kid with him again.
When we are good we are good but when we are mad then we are too mad. We are never balanced, we have our scales tipping at extremes. Its super fun though. But when it comes to the paper, color and ideas then we are onto ourselves, our worlds, our ideas and our stubborn self. The biggest sufferer of our mood swings, tantrums and complains for each other is his mom who bears us to our extremes and is always found sitting in between us so we don’t end up biting or pulling each other’s hair or yelling or kicking.
You won’t believe, where you see us ending all these, we lie down laughing and telling each other “what fun it was”.