One year flew by. Didn’t it? Never to come back. Never to repeat. Never to offer us another chance.
Is this why at every New Year’s eve I prefer staying home instead of attending parties and calling in another New Year? To mull over the gone by days? To think of what I could have done different? I am not a pessimist. It is not that I do not want to usher the “New”. However ever since I remember, the last day of the year for me always quietened me down, got me retrospecting one day at a time of the moments never to come back. I would sit in my room with a book. Even if we had friends and family over on this day, I would sneak out every once in a while in the quiet corner of my home wanting to be just with my immediate family or just alone.