yes, picture stolen from my IG archive. Happy Birthday. I don't know how to weave this into a letter. I have made peace with the fact that I am not an expert at all, when it comes to expressing something, or worse being sweet. Especially with you. I eta-h you. On other days, I would have asked you to pluck strands of your hair or to pour a bottle of Surf Excel Liquid over your nest. If it had not been today, I would have induced you to skip bathing (eat soap instead). But it's today. Monday. Sorry, Tuesday. You still are encouraged to do the same. Welcome. Now, now: You know I remember stuffs. I really do. I remember how last year and the previous one were for you. I remember every single pang of guilt, (here, after typing this, I left this as such and went somewhere. sorry not sorry) Amma made fish curry and fish fry in account of your birthday. (Of course not! The reason is fake.)