25 was always going to be the year. She had looked forward to it for a long time now, exactly 25 years.
Schweet little Remi, when she was a toddler and shamelessly naked in front of the camera at 2, had planned it out meticulously. She was going to travel, she was going to see the world, she was going to fly. She knew when she was 3 itself, what a cool consultant she would become, solving real world's problems and helping the client generate real value. Then at 5, she had secretly sworn to herself she would be a prodigy. She had two choices - music prodigy and literature prodigy. At the ripe age of 6, when she still didn't know how to keep her frock from blowing in the wind at the kindergarten swing, she knew it, sheshewsheknewsheknew. She knew the answers. And she knew she will be the prized one, the loved one, the one.
It was all happening.
(My attention has now been destroyed by the internally rotting melon still sitting proud and pretending atop the kitchen cupboard. It's been a month now since it stationed itself there. It's been 25 years now....)
Monday, June 08, 2009
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And there are some of us rolling beside you :)
Happy birthday. I called you, and left a message, but both mediums of communication didn't work. Take care.
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