One proud Virgo writes.
Turning 22 is easy. Atleast not as crappy as turning twenty, which i remember as a figurative kick in the chest. wham!
Anyway the day started off with cakes and wishes and gifts and cards. And a gig-the 2nd day of the Calcutta Autumn Music Fest prelims- at the American Centre, where the bf's band played. Like duhh. Got to see a couple of other good-ish Metal bands with quite some bloom-able potential.. The best bit was knowing the fact that rather stern looking bunches in the city are opening up to Metal, and that, rapidly.
:Hopeful Pria:
Shall have to wait till Monday for the results.
The evening was weed and adda.
And then the quintessential dinner-with-family.
PS: Thank you Bob for the hugs and kisses and for, generally, being there. Love you honey. And thank you Mallika for spending the day with me, for always being there for me, and for making the day special. And for more purple. ;)
For now, you people, here are picture of some 22 years back... :)
me, September 1988. 14 days old.
Me, jan 89
With Ma, mukhe-bhaat, the Bangali christening ceremony, 1989.
With Dad, Uri, the Indo-Pak border, 1989
Ma and me, Jhansi fort, 1988/89
With Dad, Ferozepur, 1989Oh, and this
was birthday weather. :)
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