What are you waiting for?

Free yourself from the bondages of the year gone bye,

Say adieu to the year that was full of unpleasant surprises which were very real than those fancies ;

It was the dark, unpleasant truthful realities that thought us to unlearn many customs.

The year that separated us from fellow beings and brought solitude in our life.

The year that will be the beacon for years to come.

The year that brought suffering, pain , hunger, agony and self reliance.

The year that made us techno savvy.

The year that made us accept that our enemy is not the enormous dinosaurs but a tiny virus.

The year that made us feel the omnipresence of God in Human beings than in the places of worship.

The year in which the nature blossomed in its full glory and even made the mighty Himalayas visible from a distant.

The year that reaffirms the dominance of science.

The year is full of memories for the ones who left us.

What are you waiting for?

Just say Good bye 2020.

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