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Saying hello!

Probably between yesterday and today what has changed has not been able to bring about a paradigm shift in what I used to be.

What can a new year do to me!

The major dilemma that i have always faced as an introvert is "saying hello". I come out at times as an arrogant person, for people see my reclusiveness while approaching them and I don't really blame them for that. This is how I have been always and this won't change this year as well.

What can a new year do to me!

Rather than thinking of what changes I want in me, I would like to figure out what things I would like to keep on holding to this year as well.

What can a new year do to me!

I would like to continue to be hopeful against hope, to rise each time life hits me hard. To love everyone but not expect anything in return. To continue being friends with people I call "my people". Last year was special and I had some special people around, I would want to continue being around them. This is definitely not going to change.

What can a new year do to me!

Probably the best thing that happened last year was "saying hello" to a blogger friend. Little did I know that I would end up saying hello to blogging as well. This was a roller coaster experience for me and this definitely won't change anyday.

What can a new year do to me!

Amidst what I attained and what I had to let go, I realise I tasted a piece of life. All that happens has one solid reason behind it for whenever anything happens to you , you already are a part of what the universe conspires for you. There would be a lot many changes this year but I hope as I sail along, life would gift me better options to deal with. Until then I would continue being what I used to be.

After all, what really can any new year do to me!

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