First things first...I find 31st December highly overrated. Probably because I always end up spending it in the lousiest way possible-feeling like shit myself and crying without any reason whatsoever. Each year ends with me claiming that “this was the lousiest 31st”, but I’m disillusioned, without fail, in the end of the next year.
Coming back to the topic...The Year That Was.
I turned 18 and passed my boards (Phew! Thank God) and then I left home-with tears and feeling like an uprooted plant.
The plant never found its roots back, but, in a real freak of nature, grew up. I learnt how to not cry over the phone even when I was dying to, I learnt you never have friends-you only think you have them. With so much of learning cramming up my little head, I had to grow up-into a person who broke away from the walls 18 years at home had built. I fought my demons-at least, tried to.
This year marked a year of meeting the most important person in my life. We’ve been through a lot of shit, probably more than we ever dreamt of. But we pulled through it all safely and still continue to create moments of magic which will go on and become the most cherished memories of our lives.
I lost friends and (hopefully) met some new ones. I lost hope that everything will be fine, because they never will be. I lost my belief that after fifteen years of togetherness, ties and bonds will remain the same. They don’t.
And yes, I lost my purse. Twice. My debit card. Once (thankfully!).And my ring (and then, got two new ones)!
In spite of the slaps, the drunken brawls, the high billirubin level and the sinking physics marks, I’m glad this year turned out the way it did. I learnt to live-on my own, without people whom I thought I can’t live without.
Thanks. For teaching me to look beyond familiar faces for answers to questions I never dared to ask before, and for letting me add on to my blue confetti dream...
So here I end, with eyes full of dreams which strive for fulfillment and a mind full of hopes that things don’t get any worse.
To anyone who’s wasting time reading this...Have a great year ahead!
P.S: Here’s to Ingy...the new kid on the block-the last drop of life which fell on a dying year...