It is new year again, or as all my friends and folks would like to call it, it is "Happy New Year" again. Somehow the symbolism of new year, birthday and important festivals is lost on me. I feel exceptionally gloomy on these days. New year marks the natural death of an year gone by and people look forward to a new beginning with the coming year. But I have found this idea, laced with deceit. Nothing really changes, nothing will change. So we are still living a life that stinks, still in a city that is degrading day by day.
Probably I am sick to see all the sickness around me and not do anything about it.
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