A year ends

 A year ends. What does that mean? Well, come to think of it, nothing much happens actually.  Oh, yes, those who party hard, might puke and make the whole place smelly n dirty, if the police have not already handcuffed them for drunken driving.  No, I am not being supercilious. Nor am I suffering from an acute attack of culture-itis, whereby suddenly there is an intense love of/for milk. 

Within myself, I am trying to understand this phenomenon called the year end. Sure it does not have the financial finality of the month end. Yet it matters hugely. Its Gregorian kinship makes it focally important to our existence, moreover. 

Even then, what does the year end mean actually? Just the calender on your wall changing, hopefully if your designer hearth sports one to begin with. Most homes do not have calendars these days, as all the electronic devices have supplanted them years ago.

Well, in our part of the world, luckily the natural scene outside is not miserably dreary n dull, the way it is in the Western hemisphere, with the white sheet of icy snow draping the skeletons of trees dismally n feebly.

Well, then, what does the end of the year mean?May be, it is a moment of introspection, measuring the year bygone through opportunities missed, due to very many reasons. More than that, I suppose, it is a moment of renewal of hope, never abandoned despite everything and everyone trying real hard to uproot that fragile bloom.

So crackers would burst, a few will 'fashionably' protest, balloons would blow away like the year gone by, revellers would scream, tyres would screech, new year resolves would be made,  to be abandoned within a week. All such rituals would wither, though helping the bazaar economy for a few hours. 

And yet the new year would breathe. Like a baby's first cry. Asserting the indomitable will and resurgent spirit to bounce back, despite all the harassments! Long live the New Year Eve! 

Pratima@ With warm remembrances of all that made the last year worth it, like those before it, and with ardent hopes for the new year, and all that would follow!                                                 

 Quote of the day:                                                   "There are far better things ahead," says C. S. Lewis, "than any we leave behind."  

Word (rather expressions) of the day:                   "Au revoir" (French) is a hopeful good-bye which involves a hope of meeting again, rather like the Spanish "Adios" which leaves you in the care of the almighty, the 'dios'!