27th July’ 2002, 3:51 p.m.
The grey clouds gazed at the ground with utmost arrogance; they knew that they belong to that place where all dreams are really born. They saw themselves above the world, they were different, and because of which even after sharing the same air and daily smiling with the common masses, nobody ever pleased those clouds. People, of course, eulogized their beauty, but couldn’t even think of owning that renaissance painting! Why? Because the clouds aimed to rule the sky and the hearts of those who accidentally touched their soul.
That day, billions of raindrops fell on the land but one of them failed to find the way. It came from the sky with an expectation to mix up with the soil and live that momentary life. However, thirty fingers wanted to own that one trivial drop and it’s a bit mysterious that how a drop falls in three pairs of hands at a time! My inspiring father, adoring mother, and the coolest brother on this planet today own that drop. That drop has the same arrogance, same simplicity and the same love because she’s the daughter of those clouds. Fourteen years have passed, and this is all what the drop writes today!
I do not consider myself a normal kid (Remember Riordon’s Percy Jackson!). Why should I? If I want the world to call me special, then I think first I should see that image in me. It’s a record of fourteen years, every year on this day it rains in Delhi. You find that a mere coincidence, but I never forget to feel the drops of 27th july, because they help me remember my birth, and some unique reason behind it.
Happy birthday to me!
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