Unspoken: #TalesOf2015

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A 2014 in a new bottle, that's what a friend told me as we called it another day in the unusually warm Winter evening while headed back from work. How has been this year to me - Has it been kind, hurtful, challening or perhaps enlightening? I didn't know. I have been too busy focusing on doing things that matter and giving myself (relatively) more time.

The New year came in with a bag full of challenges. New home, new equations, new hope. The year looked like one long party, with loved ones around and things feeling just about alright. 

With the new year, the list of extended weekends came and without a doubt, plans were made, and then shelved for reasons unknown. Well, some plans did see the light of the day. 

Uttarkhand and Himachal Pradesh welcomed, like always, with their open arms. Be it the unsurprisingly hot Summers or the understandbly long weekend, the hills were there just when we needed them.

Chamba, Himachal Pradesh, India

Though the sea was missed very much, it was time to let it go. For the roads in the mountains and their love called me once again, shrouding me in its mist and magic and the ride was just about alright. 

But then with every high comes a bad hangover. Amidst misunderstanding, mismatched expectations and avoidable exchanges, few bid good-bye, some close ones were seen off with a broad smile and heavy heart. Yet, life chugged on and birthday arrived. Tosh, a tiny li'l village in Parvati Valley, mended me and gave me the strength to make a few tough calls, including quitting a dead-end job and a few dead-end relationships, surgically.

Nemo

New bonds were forged, life became exciting with my Nemo coming in on a pleasant July 13th. I immediately knew what it felt like to be a father. To be worried sick with every sound that the puppy would make and the diligent rounds at the vet and finding the world's greatest joy in seeing him sleep on my lap, it's been an unparalleled ride.

As a trip back home happened, new realization dawned. Bad thoughts were jettisoned into their own despair and few decisions later, here I was, getting ready for another year.

A new hope dawned during these times. Life suddenly had a purpose, a goal. Here I was in the abyss of disillusionment and this bond felt like a last fight out from the current predicament. 

I looked back at the good-byes and the hellos, I looked back at avoidable exchanges and unavoidable happiness. There were friends, there are friends and there will be friends, just different ones. A sad reality and a happy realization nevertheless. It was far morose as it is going to be amazing in the coming days.

In the days to come, there will be despair lurking somewhere to wrap its hands around me. But that's alright. I'd have myself to make better, with every failure. There are new people in my life, new place, better place and expectations which are handled. So, even though it's a tough battle, it's not one that I am fearing losing easily. It's being an amazing ride and I have made, above everything all, memories. Amazing ones. 

As months turned to weeks and weeks to days, the new year seems impossibly close. I cannot wait for the next year to start and so many plans to take wings. 

I’m sharing my #TalesOf2015 with BlogAdda.