My birth

It was a December , almost 25 years back born at 4:04 pm. My mom always referred me as a devil by birth as at the fraction before there was a thunderbolt and it started raining. In a few fraction of minutes difference a boy was also born in the same labour room to a sweet Muslim lady. I was a heavy baby with 4.25 kg. my mom was the happiest to see me fair as my dad. Guess the only person worried about the new little member was my bro who was 4 years then.

Intro

Hi to all those ladies and gents out here....

I have never blogged before I'm a total amateur to this but everything surely has a first time so here I am with my first post. I am a young working Indian independent women. I have reached at a turning point in my life and I have learnt some so far in my life which I would like to share here. I would be starting from my childhood. I'm not sure how much I might write in a day. But would try out not to miss any detail. I would appreciate if you guys would share your views on my experiences which could encourage me to write more and also understand the different views of people out here.... So read on to know me more.... Cos this is truly uncensored reveal of myself which I might not dare to do it undisguised....

Happy reading....