• I am crazy. So crazy that perhaps Loki was my grandfather, that maybe the norns had weaved their silk-threads into hopelessness and that maybe, the monster Grendel was my bestfriend. But so, I am not.

    I fail to remember that day. It was my 15th birthday. And as all birthdays go wrong, mine went too and more.
    In fact, I always hated birthdays. To me, it was an insult; celebrating another year of ageing and maybe so soon wrinkles but that was it. no matter how much I clamor, my mom has decided: a family dinner she judged wouldn't be so wrong.
    And family dinner it was.
    ough.
    It was 30 minutes of complete hassle, plastic smiles, greetings and thank you's, until, I saw Him.
    He wore a white shirt, and as I have never seen him before, thought that maybe he was some angel that came down to uplift me of my painful birthday. But my thoughts were a blur. maybe he was, maybe not.
    i looked away,
    mustering enough courage to do so.
    It was ephermal, I thought to myself.
    and as they were seated all i could do was pose a questioning look. the kind which expresses "why am I not introduced to this angelic persona seated adjacent me? if you guys just knew how baffling it is to be seated opposite this lad."
    But thoughts were left unheard.
    And so I sat there in my special birthday chair stubbornly, wondering if I should go introduce myself or maybe just sit there until people would start to realize that it was MY birthday and I deserved to be known.
    But so to my dismay,
    my thoughts were disturbed by a gentle pat on the shoulders,
    and as I looked up.....

    2 b continued.xP