Bengaluru is windy. It's not been raining for the past two days. Seems Mumbai stole the thunder, quite literally. Some rain saw your city, too. It used to be my city. Our city.

Yesterday, I celebrated my 28th birthday. I'm not a sucker for birthday wishes but it does feel nice to hear from folks one has not heard from. I don't remember who forgot yesterday. It is actually relieving if someone forgets, for I don't have to remember to wish them in return. With 5k friends on FB, everyday there's at least 14 friends' birthday. I stopped wishing them long back. Some might call me selfish. I call myself practical. I dial in those who are on my speed dial. They are the ones who will kill me if I don't wish them. Family, mostly. You were my family too. Until 3 weeks back.

You'd messaged me yesterday and I urged you to call. We talked, after not talking for 3 weeks, after fighting for 5 months prior to that. It was somewhere between warm and formal. We spoke of the grind of life. Surprisingly, we'd outgrown our impatience with each other. Maybe, birthdays help one grow up. Maybe, we can be friends hereon. If we do, could you answer one question that I forgot to ask? When is your birthday?

- हर्ष स्नेहांशु