One of the worst parts about growing up is how cynical you become. When you question the belief that you have beliefs. When you get the restless feeling that life is more than the simple pleasure of letting sunshine wash over you on a winter day, when there is more to it all than all the things you do and want to. When nothing makes sense, and you can't forget the confusion of the moment by running down to play galli cricket. What I guess I'm trying to say is that somehow growing up is mixed up with how happiness is diluted. But I'm singling out one emotion: it's about how all emotions start running into each other at times. But doesn't this sound just like a child? :)