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Turning Twenteen!





Tantrums, heart breaks and uncertainty. Life licenses only six stupid years to yell, be unreasonable, misbehave, make mistakes and still be okay.. and as I move closer to the 1st of October, I find this right been snatched away from me right under my nose and there's nothing that I can do about it!
As if God only wanted to make it clearer to me, that my period of 'no more a child- not an adult either!' ends this year, for the first time ever, I won't be celebrating my birthday at 12 am. Why? Exams! That's right! Instead of attending phone calls, dressing up, loving all the attention, all I'll get to do this year is face a bunch of microscopes, instruments, fluids and attempt to answer a bunch of teachers in pathology viva! Wow! Fancy haan? Just about every person's ideal birthday!


So that's how I slowly, unwillingly yet inescapably edge my way toward my twentieth birthday.


Those of you who've been through this might know what this feels like. For those who still are in their teens. Live up to what's expected of us! Because after nineteen, there is no twenteen!

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  1. First of all,posting the blog at 7.29 "am"!!itself shows how badly u dont want this to happen!!

    Bravo!!!Great write...(comments from bloggers' team!??WOW!!)

    Dear..welcome to our side!!It sucks as u enter but soon u start liking it..Travelling alone..more pocket money..bigger B'day cake(with more number of candles on it!)..more no.of friends(earning ones!)..parties..fun n a lottt more!!

    Keep uploading more..u write beautiful!

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