The New Year just announced itself, like it has always for eons;
Another year for our aspirations, jubilations and melancholies to weave a
pattern that is as distinct as that of million little snowflakes.
That we proudly call as ‘Us’, is perhaps Nature personified? I wonder.
When the first ray of Sunlight gushes from the horizon
to show its bright face to the residents of Gothenburg,
the clouds dance spectacularly; the canals and lakes,
and the ever-spacious Sea, swirl and tumble their belly with much delight;
Elsewhere, in the Southern Hemisphere, Sun drenched Brazileiros
yearn for a respite from the harsh Sun that scalds their back ruthlessly.
Such is the law of Nature; Such contrasts it surely presents;
Did one learn to exhibit emotions from mother Nature? I wonder.
New Year is an occasion to finish old stories, to bury one’s
enmities, to start a fresh garden, where the produce
is free from memory of the past; the only memory is the seed,
that holds the passion for Life; the passion, that is neither yours nor mine, but very Nature’s? I wonder.
I wish you all a very Happy New Year.
A year where a million little stories are shared
with great warmth and immense pleasure…