Yog Rahi Gupta
December has always felt like an old friend, arriving softly at the end of the year with warmth, encouraging us to pause, reflect, and rejuvenate. As the last chapter of the year unfolds, it invites us to revisit the experiences that have shaped us, the lessons that enhanced our understanding, and the memories that have created the tapestry of our lives. This month also brings the promise of a new year—a chance for fresh dreams, growth, and stronger connections that keep us grounded.
This time of year evokes a complex mix of emotions. I feel a bittersweet pang when I think of Jammu, my birthplace, where my childhood dreams took root and my youthful aspirations flourished. I can vividly recall the streets of my hometown, filled with the laughter of friends and the wisdom of teachers. These memories are like aged photographs—faded yet vibrant—reminding me of the simplicity of those days and the innocence of a life untouched by modern chaos.
As Winnipeg lies beneath a thick blanket of snow, my heart yearns for the warmth of Jammu’s winter sun, the fragrance of freshly brewed tea with family, and the golden glow of childhood evenings. I want to express my gratitude to my friends in the literary and journalistic spheres, who share my love for words and storytelling. December is a time to appreciate the inspiration you provide, reminding me that stories, much like life, are a beautiful interplay of light and shadow, joy and sorrow.
To my dear family and friends scattered across the globe, this is my heartfelt wish: may the upcoming year bring you health, happiness, and fulfillment. Life’s journey is unpredictable, often fraught with challenges, but I hope the light of hope and love guides you through every twist and turn.
December also invokes a sense of purpose within me, motivating me to uphold the values I cherish—kindness, resilience, and gratitude. The difficulties I faced this year, much like the snowflakes outside, were unique in their own ways. Some tested my patience, while others taught me resilience. I am reminded of the ephemeral nature of life, of friends and mentors who are no longer with us, and how their absence has deepened my appreciation for the gift of time.
The upcoming new year resembles a blank journal, eager to be filled with new stories. It taps into the whispers of endless possibilities. I am determined to welcome it with a heart full of hope, a mind open to learning, and hands ready to forge a brighter future. To my friends in journalism, may your words continue to convey truth and compassion, shaping the world and touching lives. To my literary companions, may your creativity thrive and your narratives inspire many.
As I sit by the window, watching the snowflakes fall, my thoughts wander to my cherished memories and the path ahead. Life has allowed me to reflect on the past with gratitude and face the future with bravery instead of fear.
So as we bid farewell to one year and embrace another, let us carry forward the warmth of our memories and the aspirations that drive us onward. Let us treasure our connections, honor our roots, and look ahead with faith. To Jammu—my birthplace, where my heart lingers; to my family and friends—my sources of strength; and to the world of stories, which ignites my passion—this December, I honor you all.
May the upcoming year shine as a beacon of hope and renewal for us all. Let us step into it together, filled with love, gratitude, and the promise to make it a chapter worth remembering.
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