Reflections v.20.15
As I sit here, languidly running through the pictures contained in my digital album, I am gawking in disbelieve.
I cannot comprehend the magnitude of this year; yes, I did face Chronic Fatigue, but, at the same time, had wonderful surprises knocking at my door all the time, be it in the form of a sudden call for Camp, or the screen of my new Lumia showing that I cleared IPCC exams, or even managing to see Megadeth live from the first row!
Reflections never do justice, 2015's too wouldn't.
Anyway, the takeaway from 2015 I will carry in my backpack into the next year is that; sometimes, you may lack the will, you may also lack the motivation, but pushing yourself for things is always worth it in the end.
The year has passed by in a blur.
| Witnessed Megadeth live from the front row! | 
I cannot comprehend the magnitude of this year; yes, I did face Chronic Fatigue, but, at the same time, had wonderful surprises knocking at my door all the time, be it in the form of a sudden call for Camp, or the screen of my new Lumia showing that I cleared IPCC exams, or even managing to see Megadeth live from the first row!
Undoubtedly, 2015 has been something.
After all, I turned 19 years old; I put myself out there and socialized, despite my brain wanting to go home and doze off; I pushed myself to take a leap of faith, and got going on a two day excursion to Nashik, with two folks I barely knew at that time; and how can I forget, I met Bruce Dickinson, the front-man of Iron Maiden!
Quite a year, eh? Well, that's not all.
I walked and walked and walked, on dusty red trails through the hauntingly beautiful forests of Matheran, stopping at several points to admire the Sahyadri.
I chowed and chowed and chowed to my heart's content, on that Yum Cha at Shiro, that Waffle at Kala Ghoda Cafe, those beautiful burgers at whichever place I could get them at, and the myriad delicacies at home.
I read and read and read through Aldous Huxley, Che Guevara, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Jack Kerouac, Khaled Hosseini, and, Khushwant Singh; even when my will power was fading in, tempted me into the luxury that is wanting to give up.
| My copy of Strange Pilgrims, honestly, still stuck on last few short stories | 
Reflections never do justice, 2015's too wouldn't.
Anyway, the takeaway from 2015 I will carry in my backpack into the next year is that; sometimes, you may lack the will, you may also lack the motivation, but pushing yourself for things is always worth it in the end.


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