After backspacing the first sentence for hours,here I am on the verge of writing an ode to memories,dejection and the moments that congregated to blossom a year of unforgetfulness to me.To summarise a novel into a paragraph is impenetrable.And I have never done easy things.
As the twenty springs have gone by,one by one,this year marks my growth as a human being.I gain an understanding of the power of letting go.At the commencement of the year,my diary was overflowed with my broken heart,over broken friendships.I was bitter,pungent as most people find themselves when they are submerging in their own emotional abyss.Nothing in this hoax ostentatious world is more stout than holding onto yourself when the thunderstorms are strangling your neck and it’s hard to breath in the midst of isolation.
This year indoctrained me that what real friendships are made of. Real bonds are much more boon than mere smile in an instagram post.The best moments in one’s friendship is often hidden away from public eyes,and it is okay if every jest and jovial moments that one part with each other is not confined into 3 inches.I rediscovered the magic of letter in the guise of email.Guess what dear readers,your author is a ghost of 1970’s trapped in a millennial body.
Psychic compoundments made a headline in this year.The amount of teardrops I have,If I could get a penny for all that,I would have built a Burj Khalifa somewhere.2018 forge this fervent imbroglio into a sober imbroglio.The mess exists to a larger extent,and will continue to do so until my grave has a lovely quote on its top.
A year of beaches that could be a definite interpretation of my ’18 escapades.A succinct yet a prodigious erudition I acquired is that “Dive in the water,Dive in there”,in case your marveling takes any flight further,let me assure you the quote is exclusively found in Neha and co. Never be afraid of seeking for adventures out of your safe home,that’s where unfolds the stories that folks write novels about.
Who conjectured that a writer who is an incarnated version of Mowgli when she wakes up from her pulchritudinous slumber every fine morning can be a co-writer.All hail to my fellow wordpress reader and a fantastic blogger Kalyan who wrote this paragon based on day-to day psychology and making me a part of it made this year all the while enchanting and indelible all the way.
Readers,you,only you is the incitement that drives the mad-gangs like us.It is you for whom every year is embellished with an aura of its own,a sweet fragrance that lingers into the midnight blue when our hands are scribbling nonsensical airy nothings ,even when we are weighted under the wings of defeat,You raise us.
To 2019 and ceaseless memories to arrive.
Happy new year!