So many New Year eves... So memorable. The one where she spent the night crying in a pillow, the other she spent someplace safe. The one when she watched the pointless shows on tv with her family, the other when she slept tired. The one where she waited in a queue outside restaurants cursing the overpriced menus and the one where she felt so full merely by staring into a pair of eyes that she barely touched her food. The one when she wrinkled her nose to the smell of burnt crackers and the one when she sniffed a familiar scent from a sweater that kept her warm all night.
This year was different for her, same for everyone else though. Couples walked around hand in hand, groups of friends chattered merrily. The air was pleasantly chilly. The roads bathed in the golden light that adorned the trunks of the trees in their either sides. The strings of lights hung along the tall walls of the magnificent buildings. The entrances of the restaurants enticed with the warm smiles of the staff and Christmas trees shining with multicolored stars.
Dreamlike. Almost dreamlike. If the cold breeze hadn't given her goosebumps, she could have believed it to be a dream.
She walked the road alone like a vagabond, clutching the straps of her backpack, gaping in amazement as if she had never been in a city before, staring wide-eyed like a five year old. She softly touched the blue periwinkle shrubs that embroidered the circle where four roads crossed, stopped by a fountain that glittered in a bright violet light and rested on an unoccupied bench. Tiny stray droplets from the fountain rested on her arms and twinkled as if to compete with the stars in the dark sky above. With her elbows resting on the bag in her lap and cold palms rubbing both of her cheeks, she gazed at the water that danced merrily.
Nothing's going to change overnight, she thought cynically, what's the fuss about the New Year!
Maybe people just keep finding chances to forget and start anew. Time is medicine only for those with fickle memory. She shook her head smiling skeptically.
One more memorable New Year Eve to remember at the others that will follow...
One more drop in the ocean of memories that surged at special moments like this...
-Inspired by a tweet I happened to read- 'Time is medicine only for those with fickle memory'.
