A l'll while away from the 27th....

i don't know what it is that makes me wait so eagerly.
And a few days before it, is something like a festival.
The preparations are grand, big scale.
The thinking, planning and dreaming starts almost a month ago.
The expectations are huge.
The pretentious behaviour is at its peak.
i decide not to mind if somebody forgets, but it lingers on on my mind hurtfully.
Every year i expect it to be differently delightful, it always turns out that way, but i am never satisfied....or say fully satisfied.
What's the big deal? i think it's the fact that it never felt like one, all my school life.
i want and make sure, am treated specially that day.

Every year on 3rd April, i am reborn
:)