As important as summer solstice was to the people in ancient times , the day after it was pretty important for me. As at least that I was meant to believe when I was younger. Birthdays were an affair where parents tend to be the happiest and they should be as they had their mission accomplished. As I grew up I tend to be not as enthusiastic about birthdays but seemed more like a day to get together . Felt really nothing much about it. So when I approached my 30s and bid goodbye to my 20s I was not at all enthusiastic. Didn’t really think about doing anything special .

So when my roommate asked to come up to the terrace to workout like we usually did 2 days before my birthday I thought why not. But what I saw there I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams.