IN THE NEW YEAR, WHICH IS BARELY TWO SUNSETS AWAY
T he things that excited me decades ago, when I was much younger in age, do not excite me anymore. What I defined as ‘Success’, then, is no more the definition of that term… Fame looks very fickle and pale in the quiet serenity that I experience, now, in my inner understanding… Laughter and joy, which, sometime, somewhere, seemed buried beneath the weight of misplaced notions of social mirror, resurface when I drop that burden and nurse the child within me… As a child, I laughed effortlessly, I felt the joy… simply… just like that. Yes, just like that! And, now, why this strain? Why this seriousness? As the year 2018 comes to an end, I ask: Did I laugh more or cry more through the year? Did I see more hope or more despair? Like everyone else around me, I, too, have already begun to greet people - ‘A Happy New Year’… And, yes, though it sounds more like an old habit – rather an old custom – I, think, it’s a good-old habit, a good-old custom… I wan...