It’s December 31st. Few more hours left before the last digit of the year will change. ’1′ will turn in to ’2′; it’s not a big deal. From my birth, that last digit already changed 26 times, starting from ’0′ to ’9′. Each year, I celebrate that last day of the year with family, with friends with the hope that, the coming year is going to bring lots of happiness, success.
But this time it’s completely different, I am alone waiting for a new year, a new beginning, as for the first time I am not with my family and close friends to welcome a new year. So instead of preparing for the celebration which will start after few more hours, I am busy converting my thoughts into words. Continue reading