Exactly a week to go and I will blow the 25 th candle off my birthday cake. Like every year I started my count down three months ago but as the day is approaching I feel numb. I want to run away, sit on the beach and look back at the 25 years of my life (There is so much to think). And some of my darling friends have ensured that I do exactly that. It is not the usual feeling; I did not feel any different turning 18 and getting the legal right to vote or completing my teens and turning 20. Today I fear that the excuse of being a child at heart will soon expire and become invalid. I will have to talk responsibly, act and walk my age. Recently I met two of my new born nieces and there was the bell ring that the next generation is here and you are not the youngest in the family anymore. There are so many small things that I learnt sitting next to Aata (Grand dad) during his evening cup of tea and sleeping next to Aita (Grand Mom) as a kid. Traditions and culture were handed...