The day the unfit survived...

I was never aware that It was too early for me, when I decided to come out, from what it seemed to me eternity … may be because I was curious, eager at that point of time , not aware of what’s awaiting me outside the warmth of that lonely asylum. I was out a few months earlier than the expected, after 7 months and 14days… now as I ponder about it , I am not surprised that I was early, as a person I hate to be lonely .. My mother told me that she was glad I cried on 5th December 1988 , at 5:14am. I was just around 2 kg at that point of time, and I’m glad, I survived to write this blog... … it was the first and the last time in my life I was that early for some thing…;)