Ever since I started serious doodling (which sounds like an oxymoron), I have almost completely abandoned writing altogether, apart from the regular emails and reports at work and the daily prayers in my journal.
2011 had been such a slow year. When I was going through the days, it felt like a painful crawl. But now that it is over, it feels like it had happened at the turn of a page. I feel a little sad to confess that the year had started like a flower budding with hopes for a beautiful blossom, only to wither and die before its time. And when it died, it took away a part of me. I woke up from my dream in the middle of summer, and started spending much of my off days hiding in the shroud of anonymity of a crowded cafe, busily reading or drawing away. And time, the magical solution, shall distort memories, dilute sentiments and dispose whichever of the two that we choose not to keep.
I really delight in this solitude while I am at it, but the comfort of this reclusiveness may end as I move on to a new workplace and possibly new phase of life. You know, one of the most beautiful things I find about life is how with every fall of a fruit comes many new seeds, with every dark chilly night comes a new dawn, and with every winter comes a blooming spring. As with nature's cycle, with every fall comes a rise, with every loss comes a gain, with every end comes a new beginning.
My friend, thank you for dropping by. May the new year bring joy, comfort and peace to you. :-)
