My Year in words, Thanks for being a part of it

To 2014

It took an year like you to make me get back to writing. I was starting to miss staring at the blinking cursor on my word pad and then you came along. But I waited for you to run your course. I waited with patience, with hope, that maybe , just maybe, you might throw another surprise at me. You might come along and shout out something new, unheard of , but you somehow decided to end it on a boring note. Maybe it was your own way to balance things out, your way to impress on me that you weren’t as eventful as I thought you were. But you fool me not and I still shall write.

2013 had tried to set us into a monotony of a 9 to 6 , tried to tame us , tried to make us more careful about where we stepped but you decided to end it all. On one fateful day in July, you came shouting in and decided to end it. Enough was Enough you said, we need to break free, we need to create new things, think bigger, take on new challenges, meet new people,change things, make a dent. I love you for that. I have never been more alive, never been more creative, never been more patient than I am now. Patient because you taught me that it takes time, effort and humility, lots of humility, to build something new and fuck no, it’s not easy.   

You also introduced me to death. To the misery and disappointment which a being suffers from when it loses someone close , someone dear to heart. I needed to get away. Go somewhere far and you took me there. Back to Europe where we found courage, where we found old friends again, where we found hope and maybe happiness.

You showed me what might have been the illusion of love. Strangers become lovers and become strangers again, all the time, you showed me how true this was. We just need to keep at it till we meet another stranger or not.

You reintroduced me to Mumbai. The city I have come to respect so much for its audacity, for its never ending energy, for its nerve, for its efficiency and also for its irregularity at the same time, for its ability to astonish me day in and day out, for its Bandras and for its Dharavis, for its bright lights and sea shores, for its chai shops and fancy bars. It has kept me young and running. Alive and Kicking (Yeah you know the song).  

Finally, I really thank you for the beers. For the countless cheers, prosts and santes.   For the stock markets and the casinos . For the long runs and new friends. For the crazy strangers and overflowing backpacks.

I raise a final toast to you my dear friend,

See you again in another life.

Yours truly   

Sanchit