Goodbye 2020 for everything, literally.
What was supposed to be my highlight year with so many things in sight…(especially my podcast that I was looking forward to).. But as they say if butterfly flaps its wings in Argentina, there will be a storm in gulf in Mexico…Instead, here I am, glad, thanking all the stars above me for keeping me safe, sound and somewhat sane through it all.
Was I kidding not when I thought the worst was behind my back when the February ended (not talking about all that juicy valentines stuff though – may be one day I can be comfortable talking, but for now, let the juicy speculation end here). Almost as if that was the beckon for everything worse that was to follow in a year of PANDEMIC! LET THAT SINK IN! Literally, at times it was as queasy, nauseating, as vacuum it can get and tricky as treading on doubled edged sword… Looking back, what an eventful year it has been in all! Phew… a little tragic, sleepless, all sorts of scary, annoying, irritating, a little bit ungrateful too may be and sometimes a bit great too . I am not judging me. If anything, I forgive myself for feeling the way I did. Over the years, I have learnt to be kinder to myself; I hope you’re too. But hey, again who knew that literally our lives would be on the edge, at the mercy of luck..
Anyhows, I am glad I made it through and everyone (ok not everyone 
but I am counting my blessings only) around me made it through too.
Despite all the scare around, in some ways, it has also been a cathartic year too. I spent the most amount with my family ever since we have lived in London for ( well over a decade now…wow, deserves an entire post on its own for next time). I did not have to rush for work, commute in peak hours, cram myself in the underground trains like salmons literally, shoot through the relentless crowds in the platforms, pavements, walkaways you name it, smell people’s armpit or try to figure out what to eat for lunch every freaking afternoon and hate the crowd as much as you loved the lights (ah, saviour the paradox please.. you need to live through it to get it – it’s both shhhweeeet and sour!). So, Thank you 2020 for that.
Thank you also to all those who gave me my space. My space to breathe, get angry, be unhappy, cry, laugh, get low, get high, get really angry, keep the job, fail, fail twice, do whatever I want want, do whatever I do do, sleep till 1 pm, no yoga, no gym, no running, no cycling, sleep without washing face, eat as much as I want (just before sleep), what I want (pizzas) and let me be me – but not give up, lose hope or give in. So, Thank you again.
Dear 2020, I will forgive you but I WONT FORGET YOU.
Dear 2021, I hope we will be kinder and nicer to each other. Hope we will be able to build bridged, fulfill our goals, find the best of ourselves, stay happy and healthy. And, of course, I hope and pray the gods of vaccine sends them our way faster than we know!
Happy 2021 to everyone! 🙂
Yours Truly,
R.
Daughters of The Himalaya 