2014, here I come.

The undying smooth taste of numerous pizzas
Melting on the tip of tongue, when I try to speak

Blush of playing Nora in my first drama ever
The lead role, holding a play together

Unfinished classics and relished romans
Whose covers bringing flashing memories instantly
Lie in corners of my room, undisturbed

Mushy diaries, gooey photo frames
Staring at me with lost childhood innocence

A wardrobe still filled with three-fourth pjs
Not making a difference to my shabby look

Memories too many to remember.. Too important to forget, I look back at the year and think my last thoughts. Why do we celebrate new years? Why birthdays? Why anything? Isn't life an eternal journey? There is no end, until your last breath. Why bid goodbyes? Life goes on, if you are strong enough, you will stay on too. I will still have pizzas this year, the memory of being Nora remains, the classics will still not be done, maybe because they are boring, or maybe because they are too real, the essence of living inside the covers of a story will be regained if I reach out to the book once more, my diaries will remain in the desk,untouched until the sudden rush of nostalgia, the wardrobe is never changing. Then what do I bid goodbye to? A year? With dates? I didn't understand, until now.

I turn to see 2013 as a year and it seems beautiful. A journey from January 1st to December 31st. Everyday had its ups and its downs. Moments where I felt hollow and the feeling of nothingness, emptiness, moments where words couldn't describe happiness,infinity,beauty,randomness,new people,grins,jokes,love. So much love. I am not bidding goodbye to these moments, I'm bidding adieu to the grin on seeing my friends surprise me on my 17th, to the warm hugs on favorite afternoon, to the random thoughts that I might never think of ever again, to the spray of magic. Magic that 2013 brought to me. Yes, 2014 will have the warm hugs,new surprises,and new thoughts, but surely not the same ones 2013 had. Right? And so I sing farewell,to the best and the worst of my life. Because memories last forever,there is no eraser to wipe it off. I'm glad they stay on. I'm glad I can still live with my memories.

So 2014, come in whichever colour you want, I will accept you. You're a year which will transform me,like 2013 did. Like every year does. No, you're not special, you never will be. No YEAR is. People are special, memories are special, books are special, movies are special, this journey is special, not the date, not the time, not the year. You 2014, yes you, keep coming and going, you fade away, but I'm forever. You'll just be phase,a time in history, like all the other years, but me? I'm beyond forever, because I will be remembered.