Did you remember me?

Today is the 2nd of Poush, my birthday.

In the past, this day used to arrive with your message, almost like a quiet ritual. This year, it did not. Its all ok because its ur choice

It’s alright.

Perhaps, in your eyes, I am a wrong person now. And maybe remembering a wrong person on their birthday feels unnecessary, or even enough to darken the day. If that is so, then silence may have felt like the better choice.

Time changes meanings, priorities, and people. I am slowly learning to accept that some connections fade not because they lacked value, but because they have reached their natural end. Today, too, passed quietly—without expectations or resentment—just with reflection.

I let the day be what it was and allow things to remain as they are.

Still, I find myself wondering—did you remember me, or my birthday, on that day?