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We don't select our family but there are some stupids whom we select and even there are selectively available to like-minded. A group can be captured in a single snap of eye. Regardless of how different we are programmed but we are compiled together. We share a bond, not just one-to-one but one-to-all. We are making the bond stronger with the events which we celebrate among ourselves. Thoughts are minor in front of those unexpected and surprising actions when it happens around us. Magical unbiased relation.
A day of candles on the cake which little reached our stomach and rest was for the face. Gratulation, preparation from past couple of days. The celebration was sweet and simple like every one of us. The drive from college to the ‘cake-cutting-spot', from the taste of the cake till the paste on the face. Yet we were absent with many things but the importance was the presence of everyone which completed everything.

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