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New Year or a Starting Over Fantasy?
or am I just getting older?
A week before the year turns new, I turn a year older. Every year I look forward to going “forward in life” without dramatically changing much. “Incremental changes”, I think — Wake up sooner, run longer and faster, earn a little more, travel to atleast one new place, do a teeny bit better to my family and friends.
But by the end of every year , the drama is unmistakable. A completely different movie begins.
“Ajeeb Daastan hain yeh, Kahaan shuru kahaan khatam”… plays the radio at the back while I write this. sigh. No, I’m tired. Give me normal.
Last year, it was the end of a relationship. The year before that, a new job role, the year before that the beginning of a relationship that ended last year. lol (?).
Each time I turn a page to write the next chapter, the entire book changes — The genre, setting of the era, location, weather, characters and even myself. It feels like I begin the year as a somebody and end it as somebody else.
After 33 of these new years, I’ve not yet learnt to let it be. There is no such thing as “normal”. Look out of the window and absorb what you see, becase next year, the view might change.
