........ Every time I fall, I believe that I grow. My heart grows and my working capacity, it can be inversely related to my growth. Being mature perfectly circles the concept of growing. But how do I grow? I am elastic but inelastic just like the demand in economics. The more I have scratches, the more I grow. The more I'm used, the more I'm old. Whatever you have but you feel that you have less. And the same aquiver demand curve is being drawn in my heart. After getting lots of love by helping people to hold liquid to drink it and eat stuffs easily, I'm thinking that I'm less at it. But sometimes the curve slopes down more. Now I've started thinking that for my help I shall get something in return. I mean if I work I need a remuneration. Since last year, when I saw my master's son's birthday being celebrated, I'm feeling and diving into the thought that how will my birthday be celebrated. Now, the stones of unhinderable thoughts are rolling down. But this rolling stone didn't gather any mass. Ah! What a flare of idea my mind have! I'll go and tell this to my master. And if he denies to agree then I have many options to make him agree with. But I'll somehow make him. It will be totally unique and a little blasé. Blasé because I'm not big one to be big and have something big. I'll just ask for rest of one day. Because that will be my day, my birthday. But in the evening, there will be a party where I'll hit against the plates and will eat cake which will later be eaten by others. But did you notice the thing that I'll feel satisfied with the party of my master's son's birthday. Now nothing more to say because I know you got me and my words. But if my master will not fulfill my wish then tonight I'll bleed his neck or I'll leave the home.
