New Year’s Eve

Dear Loco,

It was a quiet day of work, and processing life.

What’s a new year without you anyway?

The whole ritual of a new year coming, and a new year passing brings with it both dread and comfort – a blank canvas and a clean slate.
The dread that comes from not knowing where to start and with that an immense pressure. The comfort that comes from thinking you can wipe the slate clean of the sins of the past and start afresh.

This time last year we were in our tiny slice of heaven, in Goa, going to bed early with cuddles. This year, too, was much the same. This house was where you roamed free, and I held you in my heart and….went to bed early!

Happy New Year’s Eve, my sweet.

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