It hit me suddenly while strolling in backyard. That familiar fragrance of its arrival. Yes, my favorite time in  year is here. Its strange, isn't it? It never miss me. Always greets me like this. I somehow know that meethi meethi khusbu wala mausam is here. Mera pyara mausam. I wish I could have personify it. I swear I would have married 'him'. Those festive days which played integral part in making my childhood reminiscing. cherry on the cake(satisfying my narcissist buds) is my birthday. Its a whole package. whole lot of festivals.