Twenty Four Hours to go. In the next twenty four hours, we would have completed another set of 365 (this time, 366) days. Companies in Saudi Arabia would have closed their books. Pubs would have begun stocking up on their alcohol. The planet would have completed another tiring revolution around the sun. And I, I would be waiting for each second to pass. I usually write this day's account in my diary- the 31st of December, every year. But, this one..this year, has been special. It wasn't the everyday year. It has been a special one, in every sense of the word. I call it special not because I had a ball every single day of the year. Special, because after 22 years of my existence, I finally feel like I know myself. As if, someone had just wiped off the mist on the mirror to make the reflection seen. The reflection..it’s not a blur any more. The ambiguity that comes with knowing one's self has almost, as if, disappeared. I still don’t know what my purpose or calling is
Lalita Surabhi