You know you're an adult,

when seeing stuff scattered everywhere, makes you go *tch**tch*

when you hear yourself advising someone about the negative effects of alcohol (..the what??).

when you ask your mum, 'So what happened to Selvi in that serial?'.

when listening to hard rock, makes you frown. (you mean its not just bad taste?)

when your vocal chords itch to ask the person sitting next to you, 'Where did you buy that saree? Romba besha irukke!'

when seeing cockroaches does not whatsoever incite the need to scream and get to a higher surface but reach out to thennam-thodappam and run behind it saying, 'Va di va, romba naala for you only waitings'.

For those of you who answered yes to all of the above, please get one big coupon of 'get a life' - available at Ranganathan street, Pondybazaar - Aadi discount.

For the others who ticked only two like me (guess which ones for extra beer), join me in celeberating the world of youngisthan, of beers and mars big bars.

Happy birthday me!

*ahem ahem*

This warm fuzzy chocolate-gooey damp-earthy rainy drizzled sunny light brown pages of old enidblyton-magic-faraway-tree-booky twinkilng eyed wizardy seat-by-garden-windowy goosebumpy water splashing pure white turkish towely transparent kaleidoscope bubbles blowing potpourried soft candle-scented afternight deep-crease-marked bed followed by orange-glowing sun rise cuddly soft petaly quilted autumn leafy spring dewy wrinkly old crispy new moonlighty-beachy toe digging sandy music windy jazzy silence chattery li'l-hoppy-happy footsteps jumping in the air eyes naughty glinty tom n jerry edelweissy and a wayward random smile every now and then to top it. What eet ees, this?