Yog Rahi Gupta
December has always felt like an old friend, arriving at life’s threshold with quiet warmth, a gentle nudge to pause, reflect, and renew. As the final chapter of the year unfolds, it invites us to revisit the moments that shaped us, the lessons that deepened our understanding, and the memories that painted the canvas of time. But it also ushers in the promise of a new year-a fresh start to dream, to grow, and to strengthen the bonds that keep us rooted.
This time of year brings with it a symphony of emotions. There’s a bittersweet ache as I reflect on my birthplace, Jammu, the soil where my childhood dreams were sown and my youthful aspirations soared. I see the lanes of my hometown in my mind’s eye-echoing with the laughter of my school friends and the wisdom of my teachers. Those memories are like old photographs, faded yet alive, reminding me of the simplicity of those days and the innocence of a life untainted by the rush of the modern world.
As the snow covers Winnipeg in a blanket of white, my heart feels a pull to the warmth of Jammu’s winter sun, the aroma of fresh tea shared with family, and the golden hues of childhood evenings. To my friends in the literary and journalistic worlds, who share my passion for words and storytelling, December is a time to thank you for the inspiration you bring. You remind me that stories, like life itself, are a beautiful blend of light and shadow, joy and sorrow.
For my loved ones-family and friends scattered across continents-this is my prayer. May the coming year bring you health, happiness, and fulfillment. Life’s journey is unpredictable, and its roads can be rough, but my wish is that the light of hope and love guides you through every bend.
December also stirs a sense of purpose in me, urging me to carry forward the values I hold dear-kindness, resilience, and gratitude. The challenges of this year, like the snowflakes outside, were unique in their own way. Some tested my patience, while others taught me strength. I’m reminded of the fleeting nature of life, of friends and mentors no longer with us, and how their absence enriches my understanding of time’s value.
The new year ahead is like a blank journal, waiting to be filled with stories untold. It carries the whispers of infinite possibilities. I am determined to greet it with a heart full of hope, a mind ready to learn, and hands willing to work for a better tomorrow. To my friends in journalism, may your pen continue to wield truth and compassion, for your words shape the world and touch countless lives. To my literary companions, may your creativity bloom and your stories inspire many.
As I sit by the window, gazing at the snowfall, my thoughts drift to my cherished memories and the road ahead. Life has gifted me the chance to relive the past, not in regret but with gratitude, and to embrace the future, not with fear but with courage.
So, as we bid farewell to one year and welcome another, let us carry forward the warmth of our memories and the dreams that propel us forward. Let us cherish our connections, remember our roots, and look ahead with faith. To Jammu, my birthplace, where my heart often lingers; to my family and friends, who are my strength; and to the world of stories, which is my passion-this December, I honor you all.
May the coming year be a beacon of hope and renewal for us all. Let us step into it together, with love, gratitude, and the promise to make it a chapter worth remembering.
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