Write an essay on how you spend your birthday..(400words). ( point don't miss it write)
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Last Sunday was my birthday. Thought I usually burn the mid-night oil and wake late in the morning. But I got up very early last Sunday. I observe a special programme on my birthday every year. The day was full of engagements and merry-making.
I have a number of friends. I believe in the increase of the member of friends. I believe in the increase of the member of friends. Last Sunday it was my fourteenth birthday. So I invited only fourteen friends to my birthday celebrations. I resolved to bring a change for the better in the past years. I therefore, resolved to do my best this year to better myself.
With the new resolve I made a daily routine for myself. I decided to follow it throughout the year. I am glad to say that I have not missed a single item so far. I hope not to miss any item of the plan in this year.
Soon after I entered the drawing room. My friends were waiting for me. The room was full. There was noise everywhere. The scene was quite pleasant. It presented a festive look.
First to all I bowed before my parents. I touched their feet. They blessed me. Then I received the blessing of elderly people who were present on the occasion. After this all my friends congratulated me on my birthday. Their kind words gave me much pleasure. I thanked God, the maker of this world. Then I went to the temple in my sweet. I prayed to Shivji our family deity.
There was great pleasure, feasting and music all day long. Like a bee I moved from one little group of friends to another receiving gifts. At 2 p.m. the postman brought bundles of gift presents. He got his bakshis. My mother was all smiles. She opened the parcels my sister clapped out of joy.
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I was born on 4th August, sixteen years ago. For me, it is the day when I am made to feel very important. I am busy sending invitation cards, arranging games and decorating the drawing room, on my birthday. I have left certain things entirely to my sister. For example, it is for her to decorate the cards and write addresses in a very beautiful handwriting. She also invites her friends to join the party. My father has a very different notion about the celebration of my birthday. Last year, he had taken me to an orphanage and had made me contribute money to their welfare fund. This year, he intends to take me to the school for the blind.
My friends start arriving around 5 p.m. I welcome each one of them with warmth and make them sit comfortably in the drawing room that is beautifully decorated. They bring gifts for me, nicely packed in coloured wrappers. My uncle who lives abroad sends me a nice set of pens or a pair of nice jeans. This year again, I hope to get something wonderful from him.
When all the friends have come, my mother brings the cake in the drawing room. The candles are lit on it. As my friends sing “Happy Birthday,” I blow out the candles and use a knife to carve out small pieces of the cake. Everyone wishes me a prosperous future. Some snacks are also served. The gifts are piled up in one corner and we all get ready to play the games. Every game seems to be full of fun. They all roar with laughter.
The lengthening shadows of the evening remind us that we have to wind up. Those friends who come from far- off places, start taking leave. It is the turn of my father to drive me to a charity home, school for the disabled or a hospital in the city. He wants me to remember all those people as my brothers and sisters and help them in their hour of need. I always look forward to my birthday as I feel very happy and important on this day.