Dreading it I was, perhaps ever since the day I was 29, but there was no stopping 30. And I am there. 30, feeling it and living it. Loving it? Too early to say still.

The best part about it was that I cut a cake, something I had never had the chance to do before. So I actually cut a cake. And it was with a group of 30 odd people I had met for the first time, only a day earlier. I was taking this group of people from Sikkim's forest committees down to the plains of the Dooars on an exposure trip.

The cake was being planned as a surprise by my colleague- D and the office driver (BK). But on the night of the 21st after we had reached, and were having our drinking session inside the car, BK had more than he was supposed to and started pestering D on when he was planning to get the cake. D gave a sullen look and let me in on the secret, which was no longer one.

So WE got the cake. and I cut it. and THEY all sang. I even got a gift.. YAY!!

I even got a gift, god knows where they went to buy it though, we were quite far from nearest decent town.. and its one of those picture frames that you plug on and it lights up and the river starts flowing and there are even some birds calling.. the ones that my mom and i used to laugh about.. and now i got it as a gift.. so i will treasure it.

I know its a pretty weird pose

Life has so many ways of making you like things you probably never would.