Aaj Jane Ki Zid Na Karo – Arijit Singh

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30W9txGVZXg

First, 2018 was a year of loss. We lost our brother, Pramod Shrestha.

2018 was a year of more letting gos’. A year made of tough choices to leave beautiful souls walk their own miles.

Of many people I’d never meet, of people who’d never want to see me, perhaps ever […]

But, it’s okay.

2018 was also a year of more unpublished, poorly drafted, incomplete, procrastinated articles, poems and essays.

These still decorate a large part of this blog’s ‘draft’ section and handful of unattended ‘Google Keep’ notes as well.

2018  — again, was a year of books, role models, mentors.

Read, listened, learned and duly enacted as many possible.

2018 was a year of unconditional, true found  love. 

Love unbeknownst. Love beckoned. Love befound.

 Late than never.

2018 was a year of many more new connections.

Of kindling old companionship, of creating meaningful soul-friendships with the few new.

2018 by far was an adventurous year. Dhampus, unplanned hikes, bike rides.

Of my first international flight to New-Delhi, of reviving childhood, childlike masti with my twin brother Bishow Shrestha.

Lastly, 2018 was a year of sadness,

of contentment, fulfillment and joy,

of scratching my own itch, of sharpening wisdom around body of words,

of sacred contemplation, continual reflection and perpetual self-refinement along the process.

And from where I see, 2018 wasn’t perfect,

no,

it was just phenomenally real — tethered with repetitive drudgery, ephemeral melancholy and

warm rejoice of daily living.

p.s. Dear 2018,

Thanks for passing-by, subtly,

one day at a time,

one breathe at a time.