🎂 Sindhu’s 3rd Birthday – 1st March 2026 🌸

The morning of 1st March was busy with Siri’s dance practice session from 9:00 AM to 1:30 PM. After lunch and rest, the family prepared for another special occasion — Sindhu’s 3rd Birthday, coinciding with Siri’s Annual Day.

🌿 A Nature-Themed Celebration

Despite the packed schedule, the birthday was celebrated with love and creativity.
A cake was brought home, and the Annual Day theme “Nisarga” was applied to the celebration.
Sindhu cut her cake in the corridor, surrounded by palm trees decorated with a birthday card and tri-colour balloons.
The celebration began with aarati to Sindhu by her mother, grandmother, father, and Siri, marking the moment with tradition and blessings.

🍴 Simple Yet Special

Lunch was homely and festive: Veg Paneer Kurma, Pulav, and Parota.
Sindhu’s grandmother added sweetness to the day with homemade Gulab Jamoon.
Though not a grand celebration, the warmth of family made it unforgettable.

📸 Little Joys

Sindhu flaunted her new dress proudly in photos, glowing with happiness. After a bite of cake, the family rushed to school for Siri’s Annual Day program, balancing both milestones with grace.

🎂🌿 Sindhu turned three under nature’s grace…
💐 Aarati, balloons, palm trees embraced…
✨ A simple cake, sweet Gulab Jamoon, and her new dress — joy lit her face…

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