2015: The year that was

Since the last few days people started making videos of how 2015 went for them. I was thinking, "I'm still not sure how this is going to end". Well, now it's just 25 hours and few minutes left only. So,yeah, I can do it. Not a video, but a recap.

I travelled. I lived through new experiences. Saw different facades of my personality. Met new people. Formed relations.

But this happens every year, isn't it??
But if I have to say how am I ending this year, I have to accept that I am doing it as a loser.

I lost hope that things can remain same. I lost hope that tables can turn all of a sudden. I lost hope that it can't get any worse.

But, even with all my melancholy, I will always be a hopelessly hopeful person.

Can I lose something that I didn't possess at the first place? So in that case it's not a loser's year.
In case, I have actually lost all these, I did have something worthy of losing. Then all I need is to shift the focus to that.

In 2015, I had it all. I had friendship to lighten my loneliness. I had love to pull me out of depression. I had health to look after myself and people I care about.

So, 2016 can only get better.

Happy old year. Not the start or end, the entire year. I am happy that I lived through it.

:-)

The blog and the blogger

- so, you came back to me. Once more. Crawling.

- yes, do you really need to have this I-told-you-so attitude right now? Can't we just stop thinking and be ourselves?

- of course,of course. Why not? I'm there forever. Just come over whenever you feel like and be totally aloof for years.

- you know that's not the truth. I always miss you. I try several times but it just doesn't happen. I miss the magic,too.

- you think and expect too much. We don't need magic. We can live in the smallest steps. Just be with me.

- I shall. We shall.

-we shall.

How to write a love letter?

Hi!

It's stupid. Really, but still I am doing it. I don't know why. I mean, who writes letters now? I can just SMS you. Or call you. You are even on WhatsApp, Hangout, Facebook. I can get connected to you anywhere instantly. I really couldn't understand why somebody would decide to ditch these modern ways and go for something as ancient like a letter to express his feelings.

But, I'm doing it. I'm not chatting with you, I'm not calling you. Like a19th century guy, I'm writing to you. Yet it's 21st century and I'm the same guy you knew.

I don't know why I'm doing this. I'm questioning my decision a thousand times. But I'm not convinced anymore. I had a doubt.  I love you. Yes, I do. May be I have never said it like this, but you know this very well. And now with all the things that's happening, I don't even know what tomorrow will bring. And that makes me think. Is love all about connecting instantly?? Or is it something else?

I was told by someone that love is an ancient thing. It's something that defies logic. It's something that makes no sense. Yet, we all crave to be struck by it. I think a lot nowadays. A lot. About us. About the way things are moving. About what would happen in future. I think a lot. I think a lot nowadays.  And I doubt. Is love all about getting connected instantly? Or is it about taking things slow. About holding a love letter and relishing the feeling. When you are eager to read out the contents, but can't do so as it will be over then. Is love perseverance? Is love about waiting? I don't know. I only know that whatever it is, it means YOU to me. Without you, love is just a word, a word on the dictionary. But when you are with me, love is a feeling. An emotion, that you evoke in me.

And I do love you. I really do.

Yours only