Oh well, another 3rd September of my life came and went and there I was, resting and recovering from gastro. HMMM!!! All day long, I sat(in fact, lied down) and remembered the last time, this lovely date had come in my life and kept wishing for some nice miracles to happen.
Maybe I'd get well at once, maybe I'd have a surpise party happening in my honour (wishful thinking, huh?). But the only silver lining in the cloud was that I wasn't alone in my misery, my mom was there to give me company. What angels, folks are, aren't they?
Mohit did try to cheer up my day by turning up early from work and of course, bringing me carnations. That was cute!! But well, I do wish 3rd Sept(a happy one, not the unwell kinds) is here soon, I really really want to celebrate. Nevertheless, there is always another day to look forward to...
