A strange calmness descends on the eve of the clock that strikes 12 midnight .. the family, the few that are in town, bring in the greetings, the ‘little one' ably tutored sings a ‘happy birthday' to herself first and then after suitable prompting, to me … its these little moments that make up a birthday .. the bigger moments follow .. the gifts of love and affection from the Ef, from those that we know and cannot see or meet, from people on the streets as you pass by, from the crew on the set, from those that have lived and worked with me through the ages ..
