This year marks a quarter century of my existence,
A year that demanded some level of consistence,
A year filled with some half hearted persistence,
A year requiring a lot of social distance.
A year where a lot of mistakes were made,
A year where lot of karmic dues were paid,
A year where mostly indoors we stayed,
A year that lead to some hairs grayed.
A year where the planet took a bender,
A year that the history books will remember,
A year that exposed humanity so tender,
A year that needed us all to surrender.
A year that forced us to change our way,
A year where to the screens we said hey,
A year that led a lot of people astray,
A year where I learnt to make a soufflé’.
A year that feels like a never ending slope,
A year where things have been too hard to cope,
A year where a country was crippled by a rope
A year where I have to lean a lot on hope.
Ps. I started a tradition last year on my birthday, to write a poem and talk about how the year has been so far (check last year’s poem here). Thanks to the pandemic, this year couldn’t be as eventful, but I am grateful for the good health of the people around me and the way they’ve coped and grown amidst the pandemic. If you’re reading this, I hope you and your loved ones are doing good and I wish you nothing but the best for your future.
Pps. 30th September 2020 also marked the completion of 3 full years of this blog. Bombay Ficus (earlier known as The Travellothoner), wouldn’t have been where it is without our viewers and the kind people who took some time out of their lives to leave encouraging words in their comments (For the story of how this blog came into existence and how it grew over the years, click here). We are deeply grateful for your continued love and support. Thank you!