A few days back, I had my birthday. By now, I am sure you people know about my stay in Mumbai. So, I was left to celebrate my birthday all by myself.

I recieved the call from my home just past the last midnight. That was the only phone I took that night as I was pretty tired for some reason that day. Here, (in Mumbai ie.) I had none who were aware of my birthday. So, I thought I would rather give my room mates a fine surprise by giving them treat of sweets (sweet and not so expensive) at night. My Mom, at home will do the needful by offering sweets to God, so I thought it will be fun from my part to offer sweets to my friends. In the process, I will get a few first hand wishes from them as well.

The next morning, as expected, I received innumerable emails wishing me the best for the day. Suddenly, a colleague at office found me checking my mails and spread the word. Immediately, there was an murmur around me. Everyone (ok, I will give you the names this time... Sourav, Nikunj, Pravin, Abdul) wanted a treat, and I also had no problem obliging; but with a condition... ofcourse. Another colleague (its Ravi, whom I went shopping with in my last article) had birthday just the next week, and I wanted both of us treat the others so that we can share the food and the money.

While returning from office that day, I went to sweet shop, that use to sell Rosogollas (as we, Bengalis, fondly call them) so that I can give my friends a taste of sweet Bengal. Incidentally, all of them asked me to get Rosogollas for them some time. I returned home with my hands full. Obviously, my friends enquired me about the packets and I disclosed my secret. Soon, I had my heart full, with greetings.

Needless to say, we enjoyed the night after dinner with sweets; I also got Laddoos other than the Rosogollas. My roomies ate their heart out. So, in the end, one can have a good birthday, away from home, isn't it... WHAT SAY?