You come once in four years, and make many feel young, not counting the intervening three years. Lucky they don't have to celebrate ageing every year. Dear 29th February, You are like a comet, come once in four years. You're the youngest date to ever exist. While rest of the days are 2020 years (AD) old, you are merely 505 years old. How does it feel to be the youngest date? Do you like meeting people or are you, like me, a recluse? Do you suffer from social anxiety and heave a sigh of relief the moment the day gets over and you get into hibernation for next four years. How do you think people who share birthdays with you feel? They don't have your gift of perpetual youthfulness, what if they are extroverted, what if they have to adjust with the non-special 28th February and 1st March? Don't you feel you owe them an apology? Anyway, now that you're departing, I wish you a good time sleeping. The world will be a different world the next time I see you. I just know one thing that will be perpetual the next time I'll see you. I'll continue to be writing. Do think of a comeback the next time you come back. Until then, have a good time time-travelling! Yours, Baba. ~
