So I have turned 21. the age where all the fun is supposed to begin.

It is just nothing more than a change in numerical age. In all aspects, I am still as I am. Sadly, I have lost the anticipation for this special day. Now, it seems more like a traditional practice that has to be carried. An excuse for a gathering of friends who have got on with life and lost all reason to meet up.

But I must thank all who remembered. Dropped a line. And took precious time out to put the much-needed happiness in a day which has lost most of its meaning to me.

Perhaps now I know why birthdays are worth celebrating.

They are the days when our reasons to live are brought into existence.