Dear 2018,

Dear  2018,
Like your favorite track in a boring party, your stay was hardly felt. Year's have a reputation of flying away, but you took the game to another level.

Seasons hardly changed, all I can remember is rain pouring in my inner courtyard almost every month. Was it your silent way of confession for taking the sunshine out of our lives? I'm not going to start asking questions, if I begin, will your courage endure or your hands be strong?

You were like a perfect blur, and I guess it will remain so. Like a blank card in UNO deck!

Being a cast away in a secluded island, all you wish for is the sound of a distant ship. I longed for it all these years, not so much this year. Cast away felt familiar, although it wasn't home. And there were clear skies, storm less seas and yet not a single horn blew, even the seagulls stayed away. Even when the waters rose up to my front door, boats stayed away. I shouldn't have been critical of "the entire universe conspiring" thing.

How do you say goodbye to a passer by, a stranger who happened to sit next to you on the bus ride. All you can do is move aside, let him pass by.

A year I will always remember for the wrong reasons, the flood, Arsene leaving, peaking hair fall. List does go on, but in midst of all this you did teach me. Like a firefly in the darkest night, you did send reinforcements. When boats didn't arrive, tractor came; when hope was about to extinguish, sun shined again. When calamity thrashed the scales of justice, you became justice. You made heroes and saviours out of commoners.

As I stand at the twilight of your stay, I ponder about all this. This I'm sure, you won't be dear to me. Yet, I won't forget you. I guess that's how it will be.

Yours,
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