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“2014” The Year that was!!!

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Two Days from now we will be celebrating the New Year!! Who knew 2014 would fly at the speed of light, it just feels like yesterday and now all of us are gearing up for 2015.

My last post was a couple of months back. Why??!! Well, whenever I write down a post it comes from within, its honest and its what I feel. I don’t like writing a post for the heck of it. So I thought why write one because I have to write one. I started writing this post sometime around last week and have been editing it since then.

What was 2014 for me. Well right from the
second the calendar changed numbers to 2014, my life has been revolving like a roller coaster ride non-stop. The year has been a mix of all kinds, some good, some not so good, some life-changing experiences, some lessons to carry back and learn within. I’ve always said a mundane life is boring, I love challenges but this year there were times when I wished and said to myself I wish life was plain simple sometimes. But then again, what fun in playing a puzzle without any hardships. No thrill to the experience right!!

When it rains heavily, it pours nonstop and you wish for it to stop after a certain point of time.
Little over a month back, I just sat down for a couple of minutes and hoped to have to do nothing for at least 5minutes. I know 5 minutes, you might be thinking I’m crazy. But at that point 5minutes also seemed like “luxury”. Thats how hectic, crazy life has been. I wouldn’t have wanted it otherwise, I cant sit still for a minute but this was the peaks. I wanted a break.

No matter who tries to advice you on life or impart a little gyaan on life learning lessons, we won’t understand a thing till we face it on our own. This entire year has been a learning experience be it personally or professionally. Life is all about choices. We have the choice to live it to the best everyday inspite of hurdles thrown along the path or we have the choice to just sit and crib about it.

But I also realised one thing in this whole process, in this mad rush I forgot to give myself my “ME” time. Being busy and making no time for yourself in between the madness is not a perfect formula. It will drive you insane and at one point I began to loose my sanity. There were many times when I felt like being on a deserted island disconnected from the entire world. How awesome would that be huh, no calls to answer, no emails to respond to and the list is endless. If theres’s one thing I want to change in 2015 is to make time for myself. Take a day off from my schedule and do something I love doing the most. Fair deal!

I’ve always looked forward to December but this time it’s been one emotional taxing month and I can’t wait for it to end. Success and failures are a part of our very existence, what we make of it is what sets us apart. We have to find our way back no matter what. But I am thankful for the year that has gone by, its been another lesson in making, take the good cherish on it and learn from the bad.

So what does 2015 have in store. I don’t know, I have never believed in planning ahead. But what I do know is whatever I do I will do it with all my heart and soul. Life is a beautiful experience, I fail to connect with people who complain about life all the time. Look at the brighter side, something good will come out eventually. Do something you love doing, something worthy. If at all you fail, tell yourself it’s okay and I will try again till I get it right! You will eventually. I know 2015 is going to be a kickass year for me in every way. Bring it on baby!!

I am off to one of my favourite places Goa to ring in the New Years. Hope you all have a wonderful New Year with all your loved ones. Be safe and may the New Year be even more spectacular than the year that has gone by. Connect with you in the New Year!!! Adios Amigos!!

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Talk To The Hand!!!

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If you were given a chance to jot down 3 irritating questions you’ve ever been asked or come across, what would they be?

Let me start by writing down mine!!

1. Oh, you’re married for 3 years now and still no baby?? Any fertility issues?

My Dhamakedaar reply – Seriously, if I have been married for 3 years or for 10 years, I will decide when I want to have a child or if I want to have one at all. If you’re so concerned, please go have another child yourself. And NO, I have no fertility issues, I am good to have an entire cricket team.

2. You wear no signs that show that you’re married, no sindoor, no mangalsutra and blah blah blah.

My Dhamakedaar reply – Just because I am married, I need not hold a placard saying so. My husband is cool the way I am, I am totally okay the way I am, I don’t see why you should have a problem.

3. Oh, you’re working and scanning me from top to toe.

My Dhamakedaar reply -I pay my own bills unlike you.I lead an extravagant lifestyle, so to buy my Chanel’s and Burberry’s I need to work my ass off.

These are just a few of the most craziest questions I’ve been asked over time. All I want to say is, people will always come up with insane stuff, they love to talk but I don’t care a damn. I am not living for the people, I live for myself. I absolutely have no problem with the way I live my life or my choices, so you should not be too. You have a problem just STAY AWAY.

Everyday is a Good Day when you RUN!!!

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So the past few months have been a Humpty Dumpty roller coaster ride for me. Mostly I’m a very happy and positive person but the last few months have seen a newer version of “me”. I couldn’t relate to this new ” ME” to be honest! I was acting and behaving like a truck had hit me, I was in constant fear and the list was endless.

In the meanwhile before all this drama started, I had started running in April 2014. I never ran in my life, I had an aversion towards sports in school except for basketball. So, why did I want to run now was the big question!! Well, a few months before that, I had participated in the Pinkathon breast cancer 3k run and finished it in 28.49minutes. Not bad for a starter and with no prior know-how in running. When I had registered for the run I registered mainly for the Pinkathon T-shirt (I know I’m MAD). After the run, something hit me, its like when you get addicted to dope (I don’t like relating running to dope but just to give the gist of it) and you can’t have enough of it. THAT!

I wanted to explore this craziness a lil further. I joined a running group and voila, there started my running journey. My first day of the training session and I had butterflies in my stomach. When I met the group, back of my head, I kept telling myself what have I got myself into, these guys are experienced runners and look at me. BLEH state of mind totally!

First day done, I got into the groove and was getting better. I started experiencing pain (Obviously I had been a couch potato for long enough) but I didn’t allow the discomfort to get the better of me, I just kept going. All of a sudden cuz of my Father-in-law’s illness, I had to take a break for a month. During the entire 1 month in and out of hospitals, if there was one thing I wanted badly, it was to “RUN”. I just didn’t understand this addiction yet then!

Got back home after a month and I knew I had to start from scratch. I didn’t want to start from scratch. I felt like crap. I kept questioning myself “WHY ME”. I kept telling myself, it’s the first time I’ve ever sought anything so badly, so why make me go through all this. I resumed running, but something wasn’t right. I started experiencing lots of pain, excruciating pain and I fell sick. I wanted to jump off the cliff, like seriously (Not literally, but yeah that was the feeling). I was asked to take rest for two weeks and go for a consultation.

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Now, anyone who knows me knows that I hate hospital visits. They say medical professionals are the worst patients, how true I’m a living example. I kept pushing the visit with a hope that I will be fine. But, no the pain kept increasing and I had no choice but to visit the Doc. I was literally shitting bricks. I visited two orthopedics and a sports therapist. Back of my mind, I started running versions of what the doctor might tell me “Oh, you can’t run” ““You have to take a break” “There is some problem” and the likes. The problem with medicos is we know it all and think of all the possible ailments we can surface with. Sucks to know it all in such cases. I just wanted to get done and know the end result. Thanks to my stars, everything was fine, just mild stiffness and I was given the go ahead (I think the person sitting up there, knew how desperately I wanted this and decided to be on my side, phew) I literally screamed in happiness when I walked out of the doctor’s clinic.

I got back to training and today I ran a 5k. When I started initially I was in self-doubt. I didn’t know if I was ready yet to take the leap. But I did, I completed the run and something really strange happened afterwards. I got teary eyed and was holding back tears. Lot of emotions running through my peanut size head. I hate tears and I don’t like crying. I had tears not because I was in pain, but because I was happy. Really really happy. Over the past few weeks, I had been beating myself up over not being able to run I guess I let go of all those emotions today. All these days whenever anyone expressed how happy he or she was after completing a 10k or a HM or FM, I could never relate much to it. But today I understood how its feels, why there is excitement, why there is so much happiness, why there are so many emotions running through. Till date I never had a strong answer why I love running, today I do. Running makes me happy, it brings a smile on my face, the pain the soreness bring a smile on my face, it clears my mind and I feel like a free bird. This post is dedicated to my Father-in-law. I really respect and look upto him. I was shaken up when I heard he wasn’t in the pink of health. I became really angry, because I felt he didn’t deserve to suffer. But he fought his battle like a true fighter and today I felt I fought my little battle to get back to form as well.

I’ve never been this happy, even when I graduated from college or got my 1st job. Running an addiction and it’s here to stay. These are small leaps of victory, I have miles to go, but I know I will reach there one day. I wanted to write this post because you may do a single thing many times in life, but there’s nothing like the first time, huh. From here on there is no stopping or looking back again. I am out on this beautiful journey.

I cannot end this post without mentioning this. I don’t take names on my blog for obvious reasons, but H & A, if I’ve reached this small teeny weeny milestone today it’s only because of you’ll. Respect and Gratitude. You’ll have got me hooked onto this crazy adrenaline rush called “ Running”. The group I run with are a bunch of fun, amazing people, that’s why maybe I enjoy it even more.

I train with this group called Protons Running, you can check them out on FB. They are amazing people, amazing mentors, amazing energy and infectious ☺

This quote totally defines my love for running!!

“I run because if I didn’t, I’d be sluggish and glum and spend too much time on the couch. I run to breathe the fresh air. I run to explore. I run to escape the ordinary. I run to savor the trip along the way. Life becomes a little more vibrant, a little more intense. I like that.”-Dean Karnazes

A Mix of Tales!!!

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Life is like a game of Football where you score a goal at times, where you loose at times, overcome your fears and still face the world.

I might have written about 5 posts in the last 10days but ended up scrapping all of them. Just didn’t feel like uploading a post. Finally, today I felt the need to write one. This post is straight from the heart so bear with me.

First things first, my father-in-law is recovering  pretty well, yeah, he kicked the cancer out and hopefully it doesn’t return ever again. Man, it was a tough two months I don’t want to be in that place ever again. Trust me the feeling sucks!

It’s been over 3weeks now since we’ve gotten back home and gotten back to our normal routine. Well, I don’t think I’ve still gotten back to my normal self. It’s so strange and weird, but the last two months have hit me hard and they seem to be haunting me till date. Sleepless nights, weird and ridiculous thoughts, fears out of nowhere have been my best friends for the last 3weeks precisely. It’s funny because I’ve never lived life in fear and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing in the last 3weeks. I’ve become an emotional wreck, something I never was, I hate tears I hate crying and now I cry at the drop of a hat. Sheesh!!

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The last 3weeks I wasn’t able to relate to myself. Weak, emotional, scared, worried, dull, no interest in anything is the new side of me which I saw in the last few weeks after coming back. Trust me, I hated it, because I am a really happy person and here I was behaving like a truck had hit me. I didn’t want to speak to anyone about this, but I finally did. There is always that person in your life whom you call “my person” apart from your family.  For me, it’s my best friend. Finally 2days back, I made a frantic call to N and I couldn’t speak, all I did was break down and cry. She kept quiet till I finished and didn’t utter a word. See that’s what best friends are for, they don’t judge you when you cry. After my whole melodrama we laughed for close to an hour and I knew there itself that I am fine now. I AM BACK. I just had to speak to her and let my heart out, I knew things would fall in place.

Having dealt with a lot of difficult situations in life and emerged strong always, I failed to understand why I became so weak this time around. Instead of being a strength to my husband whose parent was ill, he became my strength so that I would not crumble. But yeah, you can’t be strong all the time! So the best msgd me yesterday saying bounce back to being the positive and happy person you are, well yes I’ve bounced back for sure. No one deserves to be sad, everyone should be happy.

In all this craziness I’ve been beating myself up that I haven’t been able to get back to running properly. I don’t know, but this is something I really want for myself. I’ve never enjoyed anything as much as I’ve enjoyed running. I hurt my knees, but I know I will fight the pain and get back there. When you want something really bad and you see no progress it puts you down majorly, but hey I am no quitter.

Oh, and how can I forget, so I got diagnosed with carpal tunnel in my right wrist today. How do I feel?? Pretty good actually, its okay bitches bring it on and I will fight this too. If the pain in my hand gets severe I may require surgery, but I don’t want to think about that now. It will all be well.

10 more days to go for my B’day, yayyy. I love B’days and I almost hit someone who said I turn 30 this year. Sheesh, no way I still have 2more years to hit the thirties. Let me enjoy the twenties till then. So the husband is taking me on a mini getaway to Goa to bring in my B’day. I am totally looking forward to this Lil break, moreover, I love Goa and I can’t wait to get 3more tattoos inked again. I’ ve never wanted anything on my B’day ever, but this time round I want to be a good runner that’s what I want for myself.  My Mom always tells me I have a beautiful smile and that represents who I am, well, I am not too sure of the smile but I am glad to be smiling again. Happy tales, life is good, life is beautiful. Keep smiling, always 🙂

Flaunt the ring, GAME OVER!!!!

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When you sent me the invite saying “GAME OVER” I was wondering whose game is over, yours or the one marrying you (pun intended)
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You’re getting married??? Really, unbelievable!!! I still can’t get over the fact that in a few days you will be Mrs. R.

Well, actually I dread the poor guy’s situation. Imagine bearing with your nautanki for the rest of his life, phew!! Poor K may have to take marriage survival lessons to withstand your “drama”, he has no idea what he is getting himself into 😛

Jokes apart, I wish marriage gets you a Lil more sane, but I love the insane you also. You can light up even a dull moment, so Mr.K is really lucky to have you in his life (see you have your brownie points as well) 🙂

And seriously, please stop showing us your back man, like SERIOUSLY!!!! Hope you get to shake your “TOOH” at your own wedding at least 😛

Love you with all my heart and I wish you only the best out of Wedlock! A big bear size hug!

The Running Bug!!!

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I loved writing since my younger days. I really don’t know when and how I took upto blogging, but all I knew was I liked it. I wrote diaries as a kid and blogging for me at least was like writing in a diary. When I started my blog I was certain that my blog would contain only happy posts. We all have so much drama in our lives as it is, I thought is it necessary to bog down my readers with sad, negative and dark posts. By nature I’m a very positive and happy person. I smile and laugh even when I am down. I push myself through tough situations by laughing. I’ve mastered the art of hiding emotions. I never express my problems or issues with anyone, I believe I have it in me to sort it out myself. Why bother someone else with my problems if any, everyone has their own story.

I grew up in boarding school and college for most of my life, I was away from home for more than 10years studying outside. I can attribute those 10 years of my life to making me a very independent person. At times I feel it’s not good to be totally independent cuz I don’t like asking for help. Its not an ego issue but maybe since I handled myself being away from home and family at a very young age I learnt to deal with everything on my own. Having seen a lot in life ups and downs and trust me I’ve seen a lot it has made me a very strong person. It’s made me appreciate life as it is, it’s made me to be thankful and grateful for everything that I have today, and it’s made me not COMPLAIN about life. It’s very rare that you will ever find me complaining about anything. I am not blowing my own trumpet,but People who know me well say I am very strong by nature and even the hardest situations cannot crush me. Friends and family say I give out positive energy and strength. Its funny cuz I am like the advice for people close to me, I am the lending support for someone who wants to throw out all their problems but I never go to anybody. Is that funny? Do I need to talk to people as well when I am down?? I don’t know, my aunt says its nice to open up at times, its nice to cry at times in front of someone else, nobody will judge you.

My upbringing is such that from a very young age my parents instilled in me that I need to be well educated and stand on my own feet. I still remember my parents telling me “ you may be a girl but don’t think we will get you married off at a young age. We want you to study well, get a job and be financially independent, you will gain respect”. “Stand on your own feet and never be dependent on anybody for your needs” is the phrase I grew up with. And today I am well-educated, I work, I love my job and I earn my own mullah and I am damn proud of it cuz I’ve achieved it with a lot of hard work and grit.

It’s been a lil over 4 years since I completed my post graduation and started working. I loved my job, it was really stressful and hectic but I enjoyed every minute of it. I got the tag of being called a “workaholic” . somewhere down the line, I started to feel the pressure of erratic working hours, crazy schedules and absolutely no time for myself. I ignored my health royally. My family was on my case to slow down. From my childhood I’ve been a very accident-prone child, name it and I’ve been a part of it. I don’t know why but I’ve always ignored my health. So while all these thoughts were eating up my peanut sized brain for the first time I felt the need to STOP and take a break. I felt the need for a holiday, I felt the need to just sleep for 48hrs straight, I felt the need to not worry about deadlines or meetings.
And out of nowhere I decided to quit my job. It wasn’t a hard decision cuz I felt it was the right thing to do. I needed a break for a while and not worry about what to do the next day. I wasn’t in a hurry to start looking out for new jobs as well or attend interviews. I had updated my resume, I started getting interview calls but I was not in a rush. I got a lot of nice interesting job offers but I didn’t want to take up any. No one questioned me as to why I was not doing anything, they all knew I deserved this break. So after 3 months of quitting my job, I decided to join my family business. I was always asked to work in the Business but I wanted outside exposure and work experience. I finally decided to take the plunge, I thought it was the right decision to make. Not many people were happy with my decision, they felt I should take up a job outside. I said this is a job as well and I am getting paid for it. Maybe that answer wasn’t my best but I knew what I was doing was right. It’s been over 6months now since I’ve joined the business. It’s been crazy, am back to being a workaholic, I work even on weekends but I am not complaining. It’s made me look at the other side on how a business runs and how to manage the show.

You might be wondering my blog title says “the running bug” and so far I’ve been ranting about myself. Hang on, I am getting there. The above was just the entree. Now lets get to the main course. I get bored really easily workouts wise and when it comes to fitness I am a complete fail commitment wise. I need to be pushed constantly to go workout and I hate working out alone. I can actually count the huge amounts I’ve splurged on fancy gyms but never made it to their doorsteps after a month. I’ve had personal trainers, dieticians working with me, for me but it was all short lived. I hate the gym, I find it really monotonous doing the same old treadmill, cross trainer and the likes. Workwise professionally I put in more than 100% and never give up but fitness per say I stay committed for a short period and after that its back to square one. In between yoga, zumba, crossfit, trx, Les Mills and the list goes on I fell in love with Les Mills. I really enjoyed these group classes, I never felt like I was working out. That’s what a workout should do you should not feel like you’re making an effort but you still look upto it every morning and enjoy it. I religiously attended my Les Mills group ex for 6months, I loved this phase of bodyjam,bodypump,bodycombat,rpm,bodybalance,shab’m,trx,cxworks.

I attended every class without fail and I could do 3-4 classes at a stretch. Yes I have the stamina when I enjoy something else I don’t move my butt. I feel the secret for being motivated and going for any workout is a good trainer. A trainer who motivates you and keeps you going. After a few months the trainers I connected really well with and whose classes I enjoyed quit and moved back overseas. There were new trainers of course but I didn’t enjoy the classes as much, there was something missing. So I stopped going to gym after all. In between I swam or did yoga but that was about it.

After a year of not going doing any other form of physical activity I signed up for Pinkathon 2014. A marathon to raise breast cancer awareness among women. I don’t know what made me sign up, I have never run in my life maybe in school but that’s about it. I wasn’t even trained or prepared physically. Plus I had put on oodles of weight. My family says I am still in the honeymoon phase of my marriage. So 15 days before the marathon and I had still not trained yet. I thought why am I even running when I’ve not even started training. Down to few days before the race, I started jogging on the treadmill. Fast-forward to race day I ran a 3k and completed it in 29mins. Not bad, I felt for a starter like me with no practice. But here’s the catch, I don’t know what it was but the bug caught me. I started looking out for marathons being held in the city and I wanted to participate. I signed up for a women’s day run but couldn’t attend it. But every day in my mind I wanted to start running. I wanted to go outdoors and just run. I didn’t though cuz like I mentioned I hate working out on my own. The husband was too busy to give me company. I hadn’t started training but I signed up for a few marathons being held few months down the line. I wasn’t practicing I wasn’t training but I just signed up. Why? I don’t know. I wanted to join a running group but in my head I was like everyone must be a professional runner how will I fit in. Out of nowhere a prominent running group Protons Running in the city came out with a holistic training for runners. The next minute I knew I wanted to join. The husband told me is this another fad of yours or will you be committed. I was so sick of hearing this committed word, especially when everywhere else I was appreciated for my commitment but fitness wise I lacked it. I shut him up and said wait and watch. I myself didn’t know if I would stick on. It’s been over three days now since I started training but I’ve realized I don’t push myself in the mornings to get out and run. I don’t run run cuz I am not there yet I mix between running and walking but I am Running, that’s what matters. You might be thinking 3days may be too short to speak but for me it isn’t, its like falling in love with somebody. When you fall in love with somebody you know it instantly I felt that when I first met my husband and now again when I started running. I have fallen in love with Running. My body is showing me weird kinds of signs in the form of extreme pain, discomfort and stiffness but that’s not stopping me from playing the game. Its like I’ve found my stand with working out. Running is here to stay. And guess what I don’t hesitate to run on my own now.

You might be wondering why have I spoken about my personality traits in the first few paras of the post. How is it related to running? It is related, at least for me. Like I said I don’t express my feelings much when I am down or stressed so when I run I tend to forget about them I tend to let go of it. It gives me a sense of calmness and assurance that everything will be okay. Its like running has become my invisible friend with whom I can share what’s on my mind. Running de-stresses me from all the pressures life throws at us. It’s helping me find a way when I am lost and I know I will reach my path soon. I’ve signed up for a half marathon I don’t know how and what it will take but I know I will make it. I don’t know where this journey will lead me to but I am in it. I’ll be sharing all my running experiences on my blog so stay tuned. Again its only been 3 days but I feel awesome, I can feel the changes both physically and mentally, lets see what the future holds.

Why so “JUDGEMENTAL”

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Like it or not we are judged all the time and not only are we victims, we equally participate in judging others. We are under scrutiny anytime, anywhere for how we look, how we dress, how we move around, about our habits and the list is endless. We end up wasting so much time discussing about another persons personality and lifestyle choices. I ask, is it necessary??

So the other day someone had posted this really discriminating picture on their SM page about how there is a certain section of children who apparently “aren’t well behaved” and those who are “so called well-behaved”. The so called “not well-behaved” children belonged to a “social group” that did drugs, drank alcohol, got pregnant, etc. etc. Pretty sure you might have guessed who falls under the “well-behaved” category by now, so called geeks of course. Kudos to those whole felt their kith and kin didn’t fall under the “not well behaved category” and made them look like “Irresponsible People”

What really struck the chord for me was how can people be so judgmental. Why are people/kids/teenagers who consume alcohol or maybe smoke a cigarette or have a child out of wedlock considered unfit in the community?? Why are they considered “BAD PEOPLE” to hang out with. Who are we to judge anybody?? I feel nobody has the right to judge anyone other than “GOD”

Like the famous saying goes around “Do not judge a book by its cover” I would say do not judge or categorize a person by his/her habits/actions. Behind every smile is a hidden story. Each and every one of us have our own stories, the ups and downs in life, we all learn to deal with our situations differently. A person might smoke or do drugs, but he/she might be a better human being than you. They might be smarter or talented than you are. So why judge???

A person might have taken up drugs or alcohol for reasons best known to them. Are they hurting you in the process? No, then just take a chill pill move on with your life let them lead theirs. In todays hard for time pressed life we all need to destress in some way or the other. Some of us may take up a dancing class, some of us may workout, some of us may laze around watching TV, some of us may drink and some of us may do drugs. You may suck at dancing, you may not have good table manners, so am I allowed to tag you as an “unfit or bad” person just because you cannot dance or can’t eat properly at a dinner table?? No right, so how does that make a person who smokes or does drugs bad? You have your own way of de-stressing, others have their own way. It may not fall in your category of ” the best things to do to unwind” but it also doesn’t give you a right to “judge” another persons actions. PERIOD.

The beauty of life is nobody is perfect and nobody is alike. We all have our flaws and brownie points. I would like to leave you with a thought to ponder on!!!

“If someone isn’t what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

A thing called “LOVE”

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So the other day I was thinking how there is some day to celebrate every other month. A couple of days back it was Republic Day in India and everywhere I went all I could see was Republic Day offers in malls, restaurants and the likes.

Fast forward we are already a month old in the new year and enters February, the so called Valentines Day month. There is already a buzz doing the rounds on Social Media sites, shopping portals and the list goes on for “Valentines” day.

Come to think of it do we really need a day to proclaim our love to our near and dear ones? Is Feb 14th the only day you say the three magical words to somebody you love? Are you kidding me? I surely guess not so why the big hulla-bulla over Valentines day.

When we can say “I Love You” 365 days of a year why tag a certain day in a month to say it? I have never believed in all these days be it Valentines Day or Daughters Day. In my opinion every day is treated as Valentines day, Lovers day and the endless “days” marked in the yearly calendars. Seriously who came up with these days?

The year 2014

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Firstly wishing all my readers a very Happy  New Year, 2014! I know I am late but I have been crazily busy and drowning in work and the likes. Also its just a change in a date and year!

Anyway soo I am not someone who has ever beleived in resolutions. Every passing year is a learning experience and I take a leaf out of every year. So it stands the same for this year too. I beleive every day is a new day and make the most of it. I like to remember every day as a memorable one and worth living for.

Love and Laughter always