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A note, 2018


I have seen people around me being ecstatic of celebrating one particular day with enthusiasm. People lit up street corners, engage in merry making and welcome the first of January with full vigour.

I have never believed in attaching significance to particular days. For me any day is a special day let alone this. Moments make life beautiful, memories hold those moments together and in those memories I count my life. Days are just days.

2018 brought me things which I had never anticipated. It taught me to love. I had this clichéd idea that love necessarily involves happy endings. A princess in her glass slippers had to be with a Prince at the end for my "make believe"  to find home. I romanticised the idea of love to the extent that I could never fall in love these many years until I found someone. I saw the person as someone I could put my faith on, who revolutionised my world to the extent that I no more dreamt of prince and princesses. All that I wanted was a life filled with little joys. I grew in this process for I learnt to love someone who wasn't me but my "extension". I learnt to appreciate bits of a soul which was alike yet felt like home and then my make believe received jolts, I had to walk away. Away from everything I held dear. But as I said, I am thankful to 2018 for it taught me to love. It taught me to hold onto feelings which keep me warm even on winter days. I have got memories to cherish and good vibes to nurture and I believe this would get sealed in permanence.

I unlike the rest of the world world would want 2018 to stay with me in the years to come. Years from now when my skin would fray and my life mellow, I would trace my fingers to find my blog and look up for everything that constituted 2018 and on that particular moment of that particular day I would smile at these memories.

Memories make me strong, in memories I find my home.

#31st2018#sunnymorning#happyhues

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