2021 sucked for me (and a lot of others). I didn’t know how to frame it, but i have been meaning to write about it since long.

It sucked in more ways than one. Of course, the obvious one. The second wave of Covid hit India and how. Left us scarred for life. Lost family member and many known ones. I honestly have nothing but gratitude for all of us who recovered. It was the worst, most difficult time for a lot of people. The medical infrastructure in India crashed badly, people were struggling for hospital beds, oxygen cylinders and this is India’s that population who can afford to. The biggest blessing at that time was not to see a hospital. And, therefore, blessed i was. My parents, Rahul and I, all of us got Covid. My brother had antibodies from the first wave I guess which is why he didn’t get it.

Apart from Covid, what really hurts me this year beyond limits is that I had two goals for this year (that i won’t be sharing at this point) none of which I could fulfill. Here’s the deal – it hurts not because they didn’t get fulfilled but because the onus for these two was completely on me. So, you can say that I was in a huge self-loathing or self-hatred phase this year.

Actually one of the goals is super personal and ideally it shouldn’t even be a goal, it should just happen as a regular thing. But it didn’t. The fact that I couldn’t take a move on this made me care so less about the other goal (which actually is a goal, something i have to do as a life goal that will make me extremely happy for myself).

Now I feel like I should also do a things i was thankful for in 2021, but yeah, i am sorry for starting this year’s posts like this.

I hope it only gets better and happier from now for you and me! Wishing you all a wonderful start to the new year ❤️