Hated or loved?

Everyone wants to love, and be loved

                                  



















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Yesterday the 25th of April, was my birthday. It was just another chronological event.  Time to reflect on old plans and achievements, and to make new resolutions and plans.

At 55 this process can be a little dull and even trifle boring. My wife was struck by an attack of vertigo and so we just planned to call it an early night and crash into bed.

As I waited impatiently for my for dinner, my children came home.  They took one look at me and demanded I  dress up and make myself presentable on this day as they could not bear to see me shirtless in a just a vest. A growl drove them away.

A few minutes later the door bell chimed and in streamed my best friends. You know the ones you love and hate at the same time, but the ones you would never want to live without.

My friends had conspired with my wife and sons  having decided to surprise me and have a party whether I wanted one or not. I rushed to my room to put on a shirt. As I emerged they all greeted me, with a hug and a handshake, followed by a pat  on either the back or the butt. I wonder what Freud would have thought of that?

Suddenly the quiet house erupted into life with the clinking of glasses, tasty aroma of food and laughter filling the air.

I was blessed for I had friends and family that loved and cared for me. I once again realised what my wise uncle Manohar Singh ji often said, "Everyone wants to love and be loved"