Every year as my birthday comes nearer I am caught up in contradictory emotions - to celebrate or to sulk. Last year wanted to be alone and this year have invited a bunch of friends home. This year has really rushed past and am not sure if I achieved much.
Have finally succumbed to the expectations from a yuppie and bought a car. The math somehow still doesn't work for me in a place like bombay where getting a cab is a non-issue and the distances are not really that long. But what the heck !!