I will tell you exactly how growing up feels like, it feels like living in a circle. You might fall in love with the sky and the sun and grass and even the harsh winters I suppose, you might go out to reach the end of the world and yet all you do is staying in a circle. As the years pass by, as you tend to grow, the circle shrinks, little by little. It leaves behind people, those who it thought are not meant to be with you through the years. One by one it selects and excludes those who choose to separate from us for the disparity between them and our natural selves have somehow become torturous to the way they would like us to be. Then again it discards those whose measured views and understanding of life have compelled upon them such an overbearing spell that it guides them to declare us to be mere idiosyncrasies, better to be avoided for the sake of a more vital sanity. Thus in this endless wearing and tearing between all sorts of people, the circle takes a call to grow less than what it was, remaining with those coloured with the same shades of spirit and love, as are we. After a prolonged reduction, we are left with a handful of people. The crowd around might have been long gone but those who stay, are in fact, those who really matter.