This New Year’s Eve we did things that
felt right.
Stretched out on the sofa in our faded
pants we indulged in the unpretentious pleasure of rice and dal. Called our families; people who have lightened up our dark and melancholy days with their unceasing faith and kindness all these years. Watched beautiful fireworks from our balcony, hugged tight and thanked each other for still giving ourselves innumerable
reasons to celebrate. Baked a banana loaf and ate half of it as
the clock struck midnight.
We entered a new year again, unfamiliar and unaccustomed..doing things that felt right, doing things that really mattered.
