A new year, a new me. 

A new year,  a new me!

I cried out to the world

But do you see

Do you see how vague was that phrase. 

I did too. 

However,  the most magical thing about adulthood is, 

You learn something new every moment, 

And so imagine;

Imagine what 366 days could do. 

A year ago, 

I was a different person. 

A person who was afraid, 

A person desperate to get out

A person unsatisfied. 

A year ago, 

My happiness did not  depend on my actions,

It was stuck in the hands of others

Friends, family all the same;

played hide and seek with it. 

My worth wasn’t determined by myself

I looked at them for approval

Needless to say, I didn’t think I was worth that much

In a world of diamonds and rubies, I was a pebble. 

But oh its a wonder

What 366 days can do to someone

A year ago, I gave up hope

I decided, I was destined to be mediocre,

But these 366  days was a wake up call

Not exactly a call; more of a slap in the face

Each of the 366 days taught me how to be a young adult in this world. 

It taught me to be passionate, 

Be adventurous, be spontaneous. 

I learnt to be kind to strangers, 

Show my affection and not bottle them up, 

To try new things, to take some risks. 

The past 366 days taught me to keep my happiness in myself

My happiness belonged to myself.

It taught me not everyone will love you and that’s okay

The important thing was that I loved myself. 

That everyday I looked in the mirror and said, 

I’m happy to be myself 

Finally,you see

It dawned on me, 

You needn’t wait for a new year, 

To turn your life around. 

My new year wasn’t January 1st

My new year is today, 

My new year is tomorrow

My new year starts whenever i make a change, 

My new year is everyday. 

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About 14.04.2016

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This is super cute, ah.
‘Vishu’. Its a cultural festival in India celebrated mainly by Keralites. It signifies the beginning of a new year. Bursting crackers, getting ‘vishukaineetam’- basically money from elders and so on.
So much fun.
In my 18 years I’ve never burst crackers or had any authentic vishu celebrations because I was in an Arab country.
But this year,2016, marked a new year for me.
I burst crackers for nearly 2 hours. Various kinds of them infact. Such a lovely day of laughter and joy. The greatest moment though, was when the person who taught us all the meaning of vishu and most importantly,  how to correctly light up crackers, persuaded by all of us, lit a cracker for herself after a really really long time. It really makes you wonder doesn’t it?
Somethings don’t change. Crackers made her happy then, they make her happy now.
Maybe traditions aren’t such a bad thing after all, is it?

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