A Letter to 2019

Dear 2019,

Thank you for gracing my breath with your presence.

A few hours ago, just before you came into being; life and death played the last over of 2018 on some unrepaired roads, in hospitals and in cities devastated by terror attacks or calamities. All this, to leave an aged couple helplessly waiting for their child to return home, a husband mourning for the demise of his better half, a five-month old baby crying for his mother and the list goes on.

Yesterday, on the eve of your arrival, an orphan celebrated his birthday with gratitude and love for his God-gifted family in a shelter home. The words "Friends are family" couldn't be more true.

A daughter who is being raised by a single mother hid her worries beneath a smile as she was focused on her responsibility of keeping her mother happy through thick and thin because that was the last wish of her late father who lost his life for his motherland at the Wagah border in the end of autumn.

In Caesar's way of summing up my words: 2018 came, saw and conquered.

While I took a good look at the fireworks in the sky, my heart kept counting the blessings I received in the presence of 2018.

The play, pause and stop button within ourselves and the world around us is interestingly very tricky. The flavour of uncertainity has been a common trait in all the years that have gone by so far.

I have no resolutions to honour you with, but beyond any doubt I won't let you get bored.

Life is a box full of surprises, some add smiles to the trajectory of life and some leave stains of teardrops. Nevertheless, we are a team now. So let's open the box together and make your stay a journey worth remembering buddy!

Your friend,
Songbriti

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