Life Unpacked

I have already raved about what 2015 showered upon me, but, I've heard it is never wise to keep dwelling upon past glories and memories; rather, using them as a base for future steps is the way to go, right? And given the fact that 'resolutions' have never been my thing, for 2016 I have zeroed upon setting 'intentions'. Google up the two words and you shall see how much negativity the word 'resolution' reeks; so thank you, I'd rather set aims than impose stuffs. #1. Up My Reading Game I swear if I could, I would be nose-deep in books all day; I simply find them quite fascinating. To read is to live over a thousand lives in one lifetime (I did I quick search to figure out whether this line is original, turns out it is already said by George R.R. Martin!). This year, I want to read a lot more on diverse themes than I previously have; yes, I reluctantly admit that I am a bit stuck up in my comfort-zone when it comes to books. I am shooting for 36 books ...

As I sit here, languidly running through the pictures contained in my digital album, I am gawking in disbelieve. 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. View from the windmill farm at Nashik 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 am going to read you; carefully flipping over the pages of your thoughts, ruminating over each little lore your eyes reflect. I am going to read you; warmly stepping into the depths of your loneliness, grazing the tales of remorse your lips tremble with. I am going to read you; gently knocking down the walls you have put up, till the dreams you whisper every night echoes within me.