You talk to one of your old friends after a long time, u realise how much u have changed.I spoke to a friend recently after a long long time.After talking i started thinking abt our conversation.She said she could not believe that there was some hesitation in my voice initially while i was confirming her identity.Yeah i used to almost never hesitate and i have grown up enough to understand that i might be disturbing this person and to show some hesitation in my voice so as to let this person know i understand i might be disturbing...And she said how it was rainy and we both loved this weather...It hit me hard...I used to love rain.I used to get wet in rain like i am crazy.Now i hate it.I see it like i can’t dry the clothes easily, my daughter loves to play outdoor and this stupid rain is spoiling it for her..Boy have I changed or wat?These are just the two things i picked up from our conversation.But if i sit to think there comes so many things.I used to hate movies.I was not allowed english movies.No english novels either.Now i am a big time movie fan and a novel junkie.I used to think women who tak about women rights are crazy and have nothing better to do..after all my father treated my mother nicely rt...No more i think like that....women rights can solve many issues.I used to be like nicey nice to everyone.I thought that was polite.Somehow now i think it is dumb.I now think i just have to be myself.I used to hate to talk back to elders and used to think that elders know better...Now i just think elders don’t know anything and they have a really inflated ego and I have to talk back so they get certain facts straight...I used to be like if some guy tries to flirt, beware of that guy and report to mom...now if some guy tries to flirt, it’s yeah really was that a very slight subtle hint of flirt there, hmmm good..this new diet must be working....I used to think kids playing together in one kid’s house is the best part of growing up at all....now i see a  dozen kids strom in my door, i think  oooooops have i hid the tv remote...oh give them something to eat they will pause wrecking the home...phone call and a mom asks if her kid is here and she hopes it’s not too much trouble...not at all...mental head banging.I used to think relatives are the best part of my life.Now it  has come down  to worrying about  what these  people think about me and my household....And guess what I have grown up into adullt.I didn’t know this is what growing up does to you until it has actually happened...