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Breathing reflections

 

To my space,

It has been a long time since we met. The quiet and the bliss we used to have in the arms of each other, I missed that. And hence, I wanted to step in and make up for it. For the shared times that crept by, in the thunderclaps of daily routine.

Here the winter has started slowly settling in, slowly raising its glorious visage to rule over the sun. Sun takes a downy rest and catches its feverish fervour a little late nowadays. It feels good to sip coffee and soak in the balmy weather before the wild routine waylaid us.

The holiday mood has set in everywhere. Christmas naivety, cribs, barns and star-crowned Christmas tree glimmers brightly on almost every shop window, enveloping the city with a warm, crushing hug. It is like the universe coming together to chase the worldliness and folly, by smiling a little longer and listening to the harmony a little deeper.

With the new year just casting its glance to get embraced by us, it is a nice time to get reflective and retrace the steps that we have taken so far. To know what worked for us and what did not, when we laughed so much and when our tear glands got a jolt etc.

This year was mingled with what used to be normal and the new normal that we were forced to believe in. Though the cloud of the pandemic shifted to pave the clear sky ahead, the detritus of the pandemic lay scattered and it got difficult to clean every speck of it. Can we lay the bygones to rest? Is our spine so steely to march ahead with a glimmer of hope? Yes and no. For, every once in a while, we go back, unearth the grave memories and pause for a bit. It is what makes us human. Our fragile selves are shielded in a hard veneer. But these momentary pause makes us shed the veneer to reveal the chink that is buried inside, away from plain sight.

Every year there are things that we do that make us proud, that make our people swell with pride and opportunities that take us on a pedestal of growth. What are we doing to regard them? Let us not one moment hesitate to celebrate them for if we fail to celebrate, we are creating an air of discontent around us. An unhealthy vibe. So, all we can do is pat our backs for the achievements and happy times that were bestowed on us, before we pile them together, lug them in a trunk and stow them away in a little corner of our house. Let’s regard and respect them. They are sacred.

Now to look ahead with mindfulness and new awareness is the only agenda that can bring everything into harmony. A space where we can breathe with fewer shudders.  

Hope everyone celebrates the year that was and the year that will be.

Happy holidays with warm food, festive glory, fun family time, comfort books and movies, and peals of laughter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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