It was late in the night on my seventh birthday when the most intriguing thought of my life crossed my mind. Mom had switched off the lights long back and I was in my bed. Day-long celebrations of my birthday and the euphoria of it all had left me quite tired by the end of the day. As soon as both the hands of the clock hit twelve, I closed my eyes with the pleasant feeling that it had been seven years since my birth. . . . seven years! . . . since I was born! . . . SEVEN years . . . like . . . one . . . two . . . three . . . four . . . five . . . six . . . SEVEN years! . . . since I was born! But how the hell was I born? And my eyes flashed open. Page 40-41 (Like It Happened Yesterday)
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