I was not particularly drawn to blogging because my need to share ,discuss and analyze is taken care of by a bunch of wonderful people around me. This group of friends, diverese in race, religion, profession and cutlure, have helped me see an issue from multiple perspectives and have often made me aware of my shortcomings in the most beneficial way. So why blogging now? You can say the lack of involvement in my current actitvites drove me to look for soemthing new and hence was born ‘December Trance’.
December is my favorite month like am sure it is for a lot of other people. It has a nice ‘christmasy’ feeling to it. I am no follower of the christian faith, but that does not stop me from enjoying the festive spirit or the awesome new year sales mania in the city! All the more it makes me nostalgic of my hometown and the wonderful rainy afternoons I have spent cuddled in bed with an Enid Blyton and a cup of amma’s ginger tea. As years progressed, ‘Malory Towers’ was repalced by thrillers, romance , classics and finally non-fiction. But the nostalgia remains. December also reminds me of the end of term exainations and a 2 week break from school when my buddies and I raided the local library and gathered for endless gossip sessions.
Is that all or am I merely beating aroud the bush?
Who am I kidding?! December 2003 has been the most magical and memorable ever. It was not entirely happy because I faced a major setback in my academic life. But magical it was and mesmerizing it continues to be… I felt like a bud that had been gently pushed into blossoming by the rains and the breeze. The world appeared a happy and merry place to be in. I became aware of a million emotions within me. I felt beautiful. I remember crying, laughing, blushing, grinning, fumbling, skipping and leaping.
First love. Period.
I have to think of such a suitable comment, but whatever I say will not add to the beauty of what you’ve written. So Let this one be a compliment rather than a comment. Simply beautiful! There’s so much of realism in your writing, which I envy.