The last day, of another year.
365 days to be exact. And somehow, the six hours extra dies just like a star in the lone universe.
Isn’t it fascinating we start celebrating the beginning of a year before the actual beginning? Or perhaps, it is our humane way of saying goodbye, to the past which was once our present, in a bit of haste to leave the present behind.
My pillow, feels like a sheet of ice (minus the temperature part), and the blanket is warm enough to lift the fog, off my mind. I keep staring at the ceiling feeling the sunlight on my face, as I strive for the darkness. This time a luminescence higher. The speaker behind me, keep playing the songs from my playlist and the most meaningful among them, I keep on humming silently in my brain,
“The hardest part of ending, is starting again. ”
I don’t actually know, or it is difficult for me to set the parameters between what is ending and what is starting. But the delusional me, notices the changes in a million of little ways others cannot perceive. Everything is spontaneous, and if we strip everything and all its inhibitions, we end up with ourselves, which is, in fact much spontaneous than ‘everything’ else.
My mind wonders as I feel the heavy lids of my eyes closing, mostly out of laziness as last day of every year, feels unique in a lot of ways. The emotions that have possessed and dispossessed us, this year leaves a lot of space in our life for us to fill, and sometimes fills up the empty spaces through which we breath. And at the very end, this arises an amalgamation of feelings which is unique every year, as we know life isn’t static but dynamic, and mostly it is miracle that we are breathing each day, surviving to see the next one.
I keep on wondering about the people, who won’t see the light of the next year, but it is amazing to see that they have survived through their death in the minds of the nearest and the dearest one, as for the loner, he is still breathing through the art he has left behind.
My palm twitches from the ink of the reminder I have written on it last night. Through the broken and faded letters, I recite, “Do share your bucket list. ”
And so here is something 2018, has given me and also something 2018 has taken away from me.
I have found my happy place, not into someone, but rather in writing. But what is writing without the ability to express yourself clearly?
Yes, it is an art as many of the people will agree with me. Everything should not be written with a sane mind or carry a meaning for the conventional, but sometimes the jumbled letters on paper make it much more beautiful than the yellowed hue and the empty spaces.
But as I said I have lost a lot this year too. It is like shedding the dead pieces of skin once in twenty-seven days. The inevitable cannot be stopped nor slowed down, but rather the feeling should be savored with an open heart. These uncertainties and constant changes give us a reason to live and witness the ‘tomorrow’.
Lastly, from February to December these eleven months I have learnt a lot especially from this blogging community and all the people who are writing and making this world beautiful.
I am waiting for tomorrow, living through the miracle of today—The first Day.
~Amartya.
Where do you get such words??? Mind-blowing
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I’m just honest to my, words. And it just flows.
Thank You so much.😃
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A beautiful read. There is always a new beginning. Wishing you a fabulous 2019
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Happy New Year to you. Too. Happy 2019!
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😊🌸
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Same to u
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Beautiful post!
And a very happy new year Amartya!
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A Very Happy New Year. Best Wishes to you.
And thanks a lot for appreciating.🥳
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Happy new year Amatya..
Tomorrow will always be a better day..!!
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I believe in that too, hoping what can be hoped is really good.
A very Happy new year Chiru. Best Wishes to you.😊
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Lovely post ♥️
Happy new year
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Thank You so much. 🥳😃
My best wishes with you. Have a very Happy New Year.
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Hope you will have the best 2019.. enjoy the new year 💞😇..
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And Vise versa. Have a brilliant 2019.
Thank You for reading!
Happy New Year to you.😃
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Oh my! Such a beautiful post.
The hardest part of ending is starting again. 👌💚
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Yes it is. But it makes our life beautiful.😃
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Yeah! But it is the hardest part. 💫
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☺️☺️
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Thanks a lot for reading. And best wishes to you.🥳
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Thankyou! 😇
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This so beautifully written. I have chosen 2019 to be my beginning and it feels exactly how you explained it. Happy New Year.
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Happy for me, that you find my writing relatable. A hearty thanks to you. Best Wishes. Happy New Year to you.😇🥳
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Tomorrow is the today you worried about yesterday . Have a wonderful 2019.
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Haha. Nicely said!
Thank You for reading.😃
A very Happy New Year to You.🥳
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Have a wonderful 2019
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The most beautiful part of an end is the next fresh start
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True that. Endings happen for us to give us second chance. And perhaps teach us important life lessons. 🙂
Thank You very much for reading.
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oh..very well said..Liked your line..
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Hehe. Thanks a lot.
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