December, the Friday of the months

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Another decade is coming to an end. We have spent 10 more years from our life. Time is a very precious resource. We can not predict how much more time is left to live. We can only make tentative plans to spend it more wisely.

Year end is a time when we wish to put a break to our normal routine and make merry with our near ones. Some of us make new year resolutions. Some pause to reflect on the passing year. We grow wiser with years only if we learn from the past. We grow graceful with time only if we recognize blessings around us.
The chilling bright weather and the festive spirit of December always energize me to undertake some interesting task. I spent most of the Decembers of this decade in preparation of something new. The last December preceding this decade was quite busy as I was returning from Canada and settling new home in Bangalore.

The first December of this decade kept me busy in taking care of my ailing mother in hospital. The next December I was inching towards good health after my arthroscopic surgery.

 The third December was full of anticipations as I was making last moment preparation before joining MBA class in Florida.The following December was quite an emotional period as my course was drawing near end and I was hanging out with my classmates more often.

December 2014 brought some beautiful rewards for me after a difficult spell in my career - I started enjoying sunrise in Chennai beach, I spent fun time in Hyderabad and was preparing for my upcoming Europe trip.

The next December was scary yet very important time in my life. I survived Chennai flood! I witnessed people from different walks of life serving the victims in many possible ways and restoring our faith in humanity. This period made me feel grateful for the abundant resources the nature and my country bestow me with every day and my duty to give back to the environment and society. December 2016 was quite eventful. We were coping up with the effects of demonetization when the sad news broke, we lost our Thalaivi Amma. The following week Chennai faced cyclone Vardah and I survived this time too!



The succeeding December was another memorable chapter. I was fighting with depression and trying very hard to start over. I realized how liberating self-acceptance is. I observed many close people walking out once I started standing for myself , leaving me with handful of genuine people. This is the time I decided to start writing. The day before Christmas, helpless cry of a dog woke me up in the morning. I alerted my friends and they rescued a street dog from a neighboring well that day.

Last Christmas I went for church hopping in the city ignoring my arthritis pain. Bright colorful light decorated the entire city. Sky was clear with patches of cloud. I returned home with freshly baked warm cake past midnight. Few days after that I accidentally stepped over a baby squirrel. I brought it home and tried to keep it warm and feed it. But I could not revive it finally. I vainly tried to search its mother. I still can not forgive myself for that day!
I just finished reading 'A Christmas Carol'  by Charles Dickens this December. I wish to observe this year end with frolic and fun. Now I am looking forward to start a new chapter of my career.

I am thankful to this decade for enriching me with wisdom, compassion and strength.

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  1. Sanjeevani BoseDecember 28, 2019 at 9:54 PM

    Oh oh oh my god!!! Your phenomenal "December diary of decade" is full of tear and joy,,,Hope your coming days, coming life and every "December" will make you more and more strong and happy, whatever happens in life👍

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