the birthday girl : The place was crowded, the atmosphere was lovely with natural lighting all over. It was perfect for any writer to have his own space to create. there lots of girls who were shouting, singing, dancing and capturing selfies. Suddenly she appeared to fill the place with power, enthusiasm and happiness. her screams of joy were music to my ear, her yellowish dress was a piece of heaven and her hair were chains of gold. she turned around to see our reactions and facial expressions but i was not keen on looking at her face .. that hustle and bustle which i did not belong to made my day and that was enough.