Dear 2023, I expected you to be little kinder than 2022. No problem, you did not start well, but I am happy you didn’t make my life, hell. You put healing strides insinuate me to thrive with every step you outride. In the month of February, you came along a tiny sweet smile; My home beatifical just like a graceful flower blooms as panacea to deserted scary gloom. You were behaving delight, but a cruel event left me in surmise over it the deadly ailment infiltrated as a balky surprise. Oppressive but had to undergo together they snatched all hopes when the only support was, Is and will always be my God. The malady lasted till the May beginning. Now is the time resuming walks of life, resting in between. Slowly, slowly, every brutal thing started to drop, dire conditions are now just a joke. I faced & enjoyed every case with vibrant grin and strong faith the trust was about to burst in just a flick of moment within only a 3-day gap. All my dreams suffocate to breathe, resonated by a lovely treat. I fueled them with jovial past, but nothing worked out and entire joy ran so fast. All that is gone, has now gone. Though, life was seemingly fine, but nothing was alright except the aligned call for Krishna’s Own Abode, Vrindavana. The pleasure of visiting God made up every bygone. I replenished with great strength & emotions shield from drench. The birthday was now around the corner even a single wish was like a lively shower over dry leaf. A day passed, then the whole week followed by the complete month. The awful reality was awaiting to fill rage in my heart, to desire this soul not to take another birth. Everything was piercing, nix exciting. I seek Krishna’s blessings seeing this, Krishna called again. We went to Goverdhan, cherished Goverdhan retreat. A divine nectar filled in the soul made the time rememberable and to be recalled. You stumbled but walked well as you belaud saintly propel. Say thanks to the Kartik Month include Diwali & other festivals. Milieu was full of spiritual aura. as it experienced by any divine diaspora.
My head filled with blissful thoughts and spirit with transcendental pathos. Nov wrapped up blissful highlights while packing its festive vibes. Now, the turn was yours, December ! You had to justify 2023 so that it can be remembered with all given hopes and glee. You moved too fast. was it because you were the last? In farewell, I would say No matter how many twists you take, 2023 ! you were tender but I expected better. What if, you didn’t take my share? Would you have died? If you had let me live not as a defender.
I am abiding goodbye to you passing over all the dues with you. Please send 2024 with regard; with everything, I miss in you with everything, I search in you.