My birthday is approaching and fast. Two years back I realised I had half a mind to lie about my age to a stranger. I knew this was going to happen someday :| I didn’t know it would happen so soon though.
I don’t really remember getting any birthday gifts as I grew up. I would tell my mom I wanted xyz and she would give me the money. We seemed to hardly disagree on what I needed. In short, I never had to ‘wait’ to have anything. Either I was too dull or my mom too rich. I would like to believe we just got along really well. Scared that the former might be true, I decided to make a wish list for my birthday.
Making a wish list of materialistic things I want is actually quite daunting for me. Surely I love materialistic things, but I feel like I haven’t been looking for them often enough. So here it is.
1. Another set of running shoes. Not any running shoes, more like these..
2. Glow in dark bedsheets. I first saw them in a certain Biriyaniwala’s room and I rightaway knew that I wanted them.
3. Coffee mug with a weird shape, maybe something bigger than this one.
4. Tiny pillow, preferably pink.
5. Geared cycle. This one here, is a Bianchi model made for women girls which costs just around 3000 dollars. For now, I could settle for anything which doesn’t require me to refill its tires every week.
A plus point of making a wishlist, I realised, is that it makes me wonder: how many of these things can I even take care of? It will surely help me set some personal goals on my way to achieve some of these things, rather than just get them. The fun thing is, just knowing what I want seems to make me happy, for now.