The Ride of 2017

Well, hello there, guys! Long time, no see. How are you? I hope everyone is safe, in good health and woke up with a smile and positive thoughts this morning.

I’ve had quite a break from blogging and writing in general for the past month (maybe more). It’s happened before but I always reprimand myself for it. Like, how can I abandon my website and my fictional babies this long? I really hope to be back in the game soon and in full swing, dealing with my ink weapon in the way it should be dealt with and pay undivided attention.

So … 2017 is in its last days – I know, I know, everywhere you turn, people are saying the same thing and I’m setting a very clichéd example right now, I know.

But, it’s the truth, right?

Another year that becomes a part of history and a contribution to nostalgia. The kids in their childhood and teens in their teenage phase are in the middle of creating memories that they’d enjoy coming back to when they become mature adults in another ten years. They’d be looking back at today with a combination of happiness and regret that they can’t get those days of innocence again. Cause I do that. A slideshow of memories plays when I want it to and I crave for Hermione Granger’s time turner.

Ha, good one, Deepika, isn’t that what everyone wants?

Anyway …

2017 just flew.

Flew, I tell you.

I barely hit the full stop on The Ride of 2016 before I’m reminiscing the ride of 2017 now. It’s weird how the momentum, velocity and composition of hours and days are constant without even a microsecond of difference and yet, one year is a tortoise and another year is a hopping bunny. Some are whales too.

I had a bunny year.

A hopping bunny that gave no care to how fast it hopped and jumped into the next year.

This hopping bunny presented a change of city, the ability to finish book four of my fantasy series and start on book five, and, gifted me with the person I was meant to be with for the rest of my life. All my past decisions, every path I ever chose, everything I did, all of them, they had been leading me to him all along.

I wish everyone an advanced Happy New Year 2018!

All I want to say is, be yourself.

You’re made to be this way.

It’s what attracts your loved ones.

It’s what makes your loved ones love you. They, who accept you whole-heartedly for who you really are, your strengths, your weaknesses, your flaws, your style, your personality … it goes on.

You try to be someone you’re not, well, I guess it’ll be like Phoebe saying she’s freaked out because Chandler states he won’t make jokes anymore. Chandler Bing without any jokes is like the sun deciding not to rise from the east anymore.

Be yourself, guys, be yourself.

That’s the advice I’d like to give.

Happy New Year!