It’s the last day of the year. The year with possibly the greatest happiness I ever had with anything, a letter, kind of letter of destiny I would call and my happiness was beyond limits. And here I am shattered, crying and disappointed. It’s been the toughest year of my life.
The letter of happiness became the reason of many days of despair and disbelief. I lost my grandmother in a matter of seconds as I kissed her and was joking around. It’s not that good hasn’t happened, possibly this is the same year that gave me my first moments of butterflies and goosebumps for something completely me not like Dhoni’s six at the world Cup.
The good are innumerable, there is every moment to thank Almighty for, but he knows the pain that I carried through the year. There was a time this year, I didn’t smiled for weeks. I took pills to sleep. I was indisciplined yet silent. I was not me. I am not the me I knew anymore. Laughing on even the most serious of things, it’s gone. But I know, down the line, this will be the year that I’ll thank to have had happened.
But for now 2022 you were a bad reality, you were spiritually uplifting yet painfully disturbing. You gave me the worst of my nightmares, you changed me for ever. You too a lot, you gave few. You were harsh, unapologetic, you gave no fuck Tough and testing along trail of trial. You were tears, you were the wrenching heart, you were blooming desire of melancholy. You were the ocean, I couldn’t sail successfully. Good bye 2022.