It was early April and I had made all the preparations for Greycee's birthday .There were cards,colourful papers ,sketch pens ,my favourite dry pink rose flowers, fevicol,pair of scissors and many more things on my table.During day time when everyone else used to sleep ,I used to paint like Picasso,write poems like Keats and tried to convert all the available craft material into some piece of Art .Every month there used to be some occasion to send a hand made card with hand made gift .The month of April used to be more busy as I had to make cards,gifts