Really excited and pumped with enthusiasm, I ran into the kitchen screaming, "It's going to be birthday again !!" Waving my hands in the air as a sign of desperation, I hinted my mom that I was probably to high with my aging or the happiness of all the upcoming gifts was just not sinking in. What was it about my birthday that I would start behaving like a maniac two months in advance, was never to easy to understand. However, this time of the year, I was beginning to feel different. Different, such that there was no change. It's not like i don't move things around me just so they would look different. It's not like I am afraid to change. For most parts, I have changed so fast, the person in the mirror seems totally new to me now. I have started doing new things at a rate I cannot even keep track of. I am working at home, I am cooking. Ogh, I give advice on cooking, for someone like me who can't make a decent tea, this is quite a feat! This is just the h
My way of giving it back to my ego