Step Into My Shoes..

December, 2018 Whenever a year would start to come to a close, I couldn't wait for the new year to begin already. I couldn't wait for all the pending things that I could start doing again, I couldn't wait for all the new things that I could introduce to my life. There would be joy for all the prospect of new beginnings, as well as there would be relief that this "wretched year is finally over". Close a Chapter | Turn a New Page | Start all Over Again   | Right the Wrong | Move on This time, I have decided to take a different route. The route of being thankful. 2018 was an eventful year and I am very much grateful for all the things it didn't give me, the things it granted me, the people it allowed me to meet - however fleetingly, the people it made me part with, the blessed respite it bestowed upon me and the frenzied busyness that followed, the plans after plans after plans it disallowed and the wonderful places it took me, the failures...

Today is the last day of the year and Dear God, I'm scared. We are so used to relating everything in the Gregorian calendar year that I'm not even sure what to say about how my Nepali year has been. All I know is that these last days have been tougher than what I thought I had been equipped to handle. And I wouldn't even have noticed the year ending if it hadn't been for the conversation with my mum I had the other day. Me: Mum, I think my graha dasha isn't good right now. (graha dasha is something related to your stars, horoscopes and all; well, graha is technically a planet but you get what I mean) Mum: It's ok. The year is ending now. The new year is going to bring in good tides. I know it makes absolutely no sense but desperate times, desperate measures - I decided to trust my mum's words. Now, this conversation took place 4 days ago. At that time, I had checked the Nepalese calendar and thought, alright, 5 days to go - I can h...