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This is again the year-that-was time!

2013 was good. Surprisingly good I meant. I actually went deep down on my superstitious pangs and thought 13 would be terrible. That is a common feeling before every year though. I still have the leaving home possibility, purple hair possibility, learning German possibility, earning money possibility, flunking semester possibility, being sidelined possibility for 2014, but all that is next year. So, as I was saying, 2013! I could write 2013 in pink, red and white and still feel it is not cheesy!

Good year. I got to live the little dreams. Lost a few new, old and very old people eventually but that realisation came later and sadness is still to empower. Lots of firsts and lots of lasts occurred this year. Every happy time that came, be it the vacations or the Pujo or this and that, I thought it would be the last and sad times are to follow. I was extremely worked up with the job scenario and the college condition, the entrance preparation or no preparation for that matter and the wasting of the extra money, the acid words that might follow and the eventual bad times. To God’s grace I was relieved somewhat by the end of Pujo around November. Lived the small experience of the mid night interview and the 24 hour long process, (in that pretty looking village highway college) that I had always heard of from people of better colleges. Although the final results are still bleak but that was a major high of the year. 2014 might shatter this all but 2013 was kind enough for this first. Various others firsts on the lines of oneness and another major high of 2013 would also be always remembered and cherished. Initial turmoil, doubts and living under wrong impressions apart, I could not have asked for more. Although the crossroads and decisions and forceful growing up that is to follow a few months into 2014 might just change a lot of equations, but ignoring all that, 2013 has been memorable. I felt lost and happy and very very jealous and loved and blessed and forsaken and forgotten and angry and relieved and worried and shattered and butterflies and jealous and small and happy and content and impatient and worried and satisfied and shy and good and same and surprised and yahoo and thankful and wonderful and jealous and happy and loved.

Looking back, I would always call 2013 as a transition year. Although most of the happy additions of 2013 will have their major formative period of sustenance in the year next, I cannot thank the year more for all that it gave to me. Some sad moments and tears apart, I would really like to hold on to this year in the final moments and kiss it a happy Bbye. Thank You! 

Have a great year ahead. For you and for myself, let there be faith and love.