Living alone in a city, is never really easy. One is always looking for that one person to talk to, maybe sleep with, or just cuddle with. And being a women, it just becomes all the more tough. It is like people already have a moral code around how to live alone in a city.
I was born on October 2nd. Woah! What a great day to step into this beautiful world!
Birthday of the Father of our Nation and I got holidays on my birthday during my school days and even when I started working- Privileges of being born on a public holiday.
And now , tell me how someone can forget this date and do not wish me on my birthday- any excuses.? Ohh maybe you are not good at remembering dates – but I am not very convinced with that – in this world of social media- you can never forget an important date.
So here goes the conclusion: That simply shows your place in his/her life.
This year, on my birthday, as usual I got my public holiday off from work but still I was feeling sad. A guy that I have been sleeping with, had not wished me and in the afternoon I was simply laying on my bed ignoring every other calls and wishes.
I felt so stupid.
I don’t want any commitments. honestly!
But I see a birthday wish as a sign of respect . I would like to be acknowledged on my birthday especially when I have very few people to show up with love. And about love, Yeah.. a birthday wish is a fair amount of love to carry all over the year. I choose to have sex with him because sex is phenomenal. And before him I was not very much aware of the ecstatic feelings our bodies can give us. And when we are together we are actually genuinely laugh and have pretty good conversations and he is one of the nicest human I have ever came in contact with.
I act like I don’t care about not receiving a well wish from him .
Like Damn. I thought at least we were friends—but I guess I am not even a ‘Friend’
But wait.. Am I being over dramatic?
He may had no idea that him not wishing me birthday would become a matter of life and death for me. We are not exactly in an ideal relationship and as far as I know, he is really really bad with dates . If he can nearly miss his international flight due to his forgetfulness, this is nothing.
So here I implemented a key aspect : Stop Counting.
I wanted to hear from him but he did not call or text and in this I forgot the people who took their time out to wish me. I should appreciate the friends and family who wished and forget this specific guy I wanted to hear from.
When I say forget, It’s just about forgetting this incident- not forgetting him.
Living alone in this big city, I have very few people to rely on and he is one.
He is the solace , we are having great sex, he makes me laugh- and moreover, no strings of attachment so far.
It’s great,Isn’t it ?
So stop counting and start living.
Aadhira : Just a small town girl trapped in a big town. Amature at everything. I live for the moments you can’t put into words, and few things transcend a cup of coffee and someone to share it with.
Hotelier by profession. Still living the quarter life crisis.