I write this just two hours before I am ready to board the Mumbai Delhi
Rajdhani to go home. I hate the duration it takes for me to reach there but flight tickets are way too expensive. Going to Delhi exactly after a
year this time. Its been the longest time that I haven't been in Delhi. This is almost the end of the year. I am not exactly in a very
introspective mood but still can't stop thinking about this year. It
indeed is one of the most important years for me personally.
I did my first real backpack trip, solo in Paris for five days and then met a school friend, who now stays in the US, after almost eight years in Spain and we both had the time of our lives. Met a lot of interesting people and travelers. Fell in love with Madrid. Found Eiffel Tower extremely ugly. Day dreamt while strolling through the Seine river. Went to the Shakespeare & Co bookshop.
Met a few interesting men this year who re-instilled my faith that intelligent, chivalrous and good looking men really do exist. They might be difficult. But they do exist. Also met some of the biggest psycho jerks this year (actually thats nothing new and special).
Quit my job after two years. Got a new job almost completely out of the blue with a super cool design magazine, right before I was leaving for my great vacation. Moved in a studio apartment in Bandra. Staying completely alone for the first time in my life and absolutely loving it.
My bestest friend in the world got married to a guy that I totally approve of! :p I fell in love with my mother more than I ever thought I possibly could. Another bestest friend got her lifelong dream project to work on. Another special friend made a beautiful baby. Someone really close to me apologised to me this year and I found a lost friend. Another one got into the Harvard freaking University!
This year was about closures. And about new journals. This year made me realise that just loving people is not enough, expression is equally important. Being honest about my feelings is the most integral part of who I am. I will never ever change that. For anything. For anyone.
For the first time ever, I have seen such a continued outrage over a rape in Delhi. This makes me so happy.
The cynic in me has taken a backseat for now. I just feel that this year was all it could have been.
Here is to romance. Here is to love and friends. Here is to wine from Paris and Sangria in Madrid. Here is to fresh. Here is to new. Here is to interesting strangers. Here is to honesty. Here is to Old Monk and Classic Milds.
Cheers.
I did my first real backpack trip, solo in Paris for five days and then met a school friend, who now stays in the US, after almost eight years in Spain and we both had the time of our lives. Met a lot of interesting people and travelers. Fell in love with Madrid. Found Eiffel Tower extremely ugly. Day dreamt while strolling through the Seine river. Went to the Shakespeare & Co bookshop.
Met a few interesting men this year who re-instilled my faith that intelligent, chivalrous and good looking men really do exist. They might be difficult. But they do exist. Also met some of the biggest psycho jerks this year (actually thats nothing new and special).
Quit my job after two years. Got a new job almost completely out of the blue with a super cool design magazine, right before I was leaving for my great vacation. Moved in a studio apartment in Bandra. Staying completely alone for the first time in my life and absolutely loving it.
My bestest friend in the world got married to a guy that I totally approve of! :p I fell in love with my mother more than I ever thought I possibly could. Another bestest friend got her lifelong dream project to work on. Another special friend made a beautiful baby. Someone really close to me apologised to me this year and I found a lost friend. Another one got into the Harvard freaking University!
This year was about closures. And about new journals. This year made me realise that just loving people is not enough, expression is equally important. Being honest about my feelings is the most integral part of who I am. I will never ever change that. For anything. For anyone.
For the first time ever, I have seen such a continued outrage over a rape in Delhi. This makes me so happy.
The cynic in me has taken a backseat for now. I just feel that this year was all it could have been.
Here is to romance. Here is to love and friends. Here is to wine from Paris and Sangria in Madrid. Here is to fresh. Here is to new. Here is to interesting strangers. Here is to honesty. Here is to Old Monk and Classic Milds.
Cheers.
3 comments:
First, the writing..wow! positive, rich, strong, touching-where-it-intends, controlled-yet -overwhelming..loved it..even if i didn't know any of this or you, it would make for an amazing, amazing read, as always.
Second, the year..I do know you, and crazy as lives and times of people like us are, i couldn't have thought of a better ode to yours. It does seem one of your best years when put in words,,, am happy, and here's to many more, much more to come :)
Third, and the only complaint..in the list of 'bestest friends in the whole world', I am LAST!!!!??? Screw you woman!
Have you ever heard about 'Save the best for last'? ;)
Cheers to 2012. Glad it's over, was heck of an year for me! Spain trip was epic and I will remember it always :D XOXO
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