Oh sweet November. Not warm, but not yet cold. Time changing, mood-swings, strangeness. A day sunny, the other rainy. No one gets you, no one loves you. It’s the month in which I was born. “So dull and dark are the November days”, a wise man one said. Was he right? Is this month loved by no one? Is it an ocean of emotions, depression and dulness this 11th month? It depresses me to think I’ve reached November. It remembers me how quickly time passes by, how quickly I change. How everyone around me is changing. But I refuse to blame this month for my stupid sadness. These 30 days should be a reason for happiness to me. I’m getting older and wiser. Christmas comes, another year passed by. When did we all get so big?