A New Year’s Eve

It’s half past 11 now and the night is younger than it has ever been  in the past 364 days. There’s a light buzz in the atmosphere as if someone has sprinked electric energy ino the air . It is coupled with a whiff of anticipation and an inexplicable excitement that seems to be flowing through everyone’s veins.

There’s a couple of them flailing their limbs around in an elaborate sequence, dabcing is what they call it. They look ridiculous but indefintely happy.
A few seem to be playing a game of who can hug the most people before 12am. No one seems to be complaining even though those are sloppy displays of affection.

And I am leaning against an isolated corner, it’s  a good vantage point to observe, not so much if you want to participate in the celebrations.

My job  is to observe.

It’s a fascinating sight, all these people looking forward to the next 15 minutes as if it is a completely new begining when in reality half of them will be too hungover to get out of bed till noon.

I mean sure it can be an utterly new begining but they don’t know this, humans can’t reset themselves.

There’s a ringing sound just then, only audible to my ears.
It’s a call from the mothership,
‘shall we initiate memory reset?’

‘No. They don’t need it.
What these intriguing creatures do need are their experiences, good and bad. They seem to carry hope for a better tommorrow even though most seemed to be morbid about 2017.
Let’s leave these complex beings  to survive at their own devices.’

For now.

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A/N 

🌺HAPPY 2018 EVERYONE🌺

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A completely personal rant with absolutely no eloquent language

It’s been a while since I last wrote something….

oh forget it, It’s 2:30am and this is clearly not going to be one of the more refined and articulate blogs. 
But yeah, it has been quite some time since I wrote something new, between the last time my fingers went flying across the keypad and now- I have not really been in a state of absolute serenity. It’s probably because  I am a student in the last year of school and with the ticking clock looming ominously over, anxiety was quick to settle in and reside in my head like the lyrics of an annoying song.

It keeps on repeating at the most random moments and it is genuinely the most frustrating experience.
Anyway, the point is I found myself yearning to connect with words and play with them, feel them in some way. 

I found myself itching to sit down with nothing but my thoughts and spill the glass of  my musings all over the alphabets of this keypad- and here I am.
The last few weeks have been more of a scream- my -heart- out than a sing-my heart-out affair. Even at this very moment I want to scream and then cuddle my pikachu plushie (it’s amazing). But as is evident If I stop the movement of my fingers now, I will probably be in a pathetic mood later.

You see, even though it’s 2:46 am now and there is a dull ache in my neck and my eyes feel heavy, this right here is providing a much needed outlet.
Besides, I may or may not have scolded myself for not taking out time to read something I love or write something I love- simply for the fact that I felt lost without it. 

It was as if a part of me was lifeless and it just felt wrong to neglect reading or writing. 

 

Bottom line is- It’s the things that we love that bring us solace and It is terribly foolish to ever think that something else can be more important than fulfiling our happiness.

I mean sure, I have got all these exams and projects and whatnot but honestly I was  more unproductive without my fortnightly reading/writing routine. 
Doing what you love will probably make you more efficient in other tasks as well. 

You know if you are happy you will not be sulking in a corner on top of the pile of all the work you have, so that’s a win-win situation. 
Here’s hoping that rest of the school year goes well and without too many anxious thoughts.
Alright, it’s 3:07 am now and as much as writing on and on is fun, I still need sleep to function properly at school tommorrow. 
Feeling exhausted yet content.

Divjot