It begins with those heavy hugs at midnight
The pleasant good mornings'
Turning into an afternoon of good wishes and greetings
Followed by an evening of happy giggles, familiar cakes, dwarfish candles and claps
What remains though is a ponderous soul at night,
And the taste of the pungent cherry... gone stale...
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HAPPY BUDDAY RIDHIMA! Gosh I didn't even wish you on 17th :(
*buries her head in her palms*
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