After much thinking, I come to a very simple conclusion, there is no such thing as growing up, we are all just a bunch of kids, breaking away from our families to form one of our own, running around the playground, screaming, shouting, in the pretence of enjoyment only to convince ourselves that we are living to the fullest!

Hoping, abandoning the same, trying desperately to fit in. We chase our dreams, after all what dreams are those that are not chased; jumping into relationships, while eyeing a better one...

But sometimes it's this one moment, (it's always about the moment, isn't it?) Someone walks into your life, completely sweeps you off your feet, and then before you know it you have taken it a little too far...

Before you know it, you think you're in love. You admit the person into your thoughts, hope to be with them, lust for their prescence, crave for their voice, just pointlessly keep thinking over and over... Marvel at how they shut you up, make you feel like a larger than life character.

But then one day you remark how "grapes are sour" and that it was too good to be true, and you just tried too hard.

It is this so called four letter word "love"; that makes you growl like a tiger and purr like a kitten. You want it so badly, and you regret how you let it pass away. You think it is a far-fetched fantasy to have a perfect relationship, and we are better off in the playground with friends.

So techinically grown ups do not exist, its this four letter word that makes you a child again. Makes you human...