You wake up one fine morning of mid-March. You look out of the window, and expect to see the beginning of a bright sunny day. What you see doesn't equal what you expect. As a matter of fact, it is nowhere near to the expectation. You see overcast sky and thick fog. Unbelievable.
You are eagerly awaiting the newspaper-wallah who brings you something interesting to read. You reach for the daily newspaper and see a triumphant cricketer's joyous face. You scratch your head to recall if there was any cricket match being played yesterday. Keeping the fingers busy in scratching, you read on - Two very good teams have played a gem of a match yesterday. To come up with a score of 436 in 50 limited overs is unbelievable. To have to believe that the opponent team actually stood up to the challenge and won the match beating the world champions is next to impossible. This, however being true, still remains unbelievable.
You grow up. Every day, every hour, every minute and every second (and so on). Time accumulates on you. You grow in age, in thoughts and in maturity (?), if there is something called that. Years gather and collectively expect more out of you. Every birthday comes only once (and that's true for every day, hour, minute and second) By living every moment, you have exercised unparalleled, exclusive privilege. In that sense, every moment is almost the same as every other. Still some are special. Today, as I turn twenty five, I find it difficult to believe that I have so many years behind me.
Unbelievable.
You are eagerly awaiting the newspaper-wallah who brings you something interesting to read. You reach for the daily newspaper and see a triumphant cricketer's joyous face. You scratch your head to recall if there was any cricket match being played yesterday. Keeping the fingers busy in scratching, you read on - Two very good teams have played a gem of a match yesterday. To come up with a score of 436 in 50 limited overs is unbelievable. To have to believe that the opponent team actually stood up to the challenge and won the match beating the world champions is next to impossible. This, however being true, still remains unbelievable.
You grow up. Every day, every hour, every minute and every second (and so on). Time accumulates on you. You grow in age, in thoughts and in maturity (?), if there is something called that. Years gather and collectively expect more out of you. Every birthday comes only once (and that's true for every day, hour, minute and second) By living every moment, you have exercised unparalleled, exclusive privilege. In that sense, every moment is almost the same as every other. Still some are special. Today, as I turn twenty five, I find it difficult to believe that I have so many years behind me.
Unbelievable.
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