Some say 2016 was such a difficult year.
Now that it's almost over, we can finally relax and as usual get excited about the new year. Make resolutions based on our failures and expectations, only to disappoint ourselves all over again.
Now that it's almost over, we can finally relax and as usual get excited about the new year. Make resolutions based on our failures and expectations, only to disappoint ourselves all over again.
So I decided to rather contemplate on the soon to be past year 2016.
How was it for me?
What did I learn from all those experiences and
Why am I writing about it?
Well, one thing that i can't get out of my head is ....
Life is not happening to me, it's happening for me!
We travelled to Drachenberg, Strasbourg, Barcelona, Valencia, Girona, Bordeaux and India.
How can I complain about the year which helped me travel so much and meet so many people I love :)
Friends, Family, old and new acquaintances, it was all so perfect! It's almost surreal that we lived our dream in a way.
Dream to travel with our best friends in Spain.

Visit the great architects like, Antoni Gaudi, Santiago Calatrava's work and more than anything else, experience the crazy Salvador Dali in his museum. It was quite surreal !
Like a dream...
Until I could not open my eyes. The brightness was so painful for my eyes, it gave me a headache. It reminded me of migraine which is gone forever now and so is my Sciatica. But it was something else. My eye was red and it went worse from bad. After spending one week on medication and another in a Hospital, I was diagnosed to have inherited some eye disease called Glaucoma. It was all too sudden and shocking for me to digest, yet some magical source of energy was feeding me with utmost positivity and in fact gifted me a more evolved perspective to look at things. I could not be more thankful for this.
One of the gifts that my Sciatica left for me in it's last days were my lost passion for drawing. It was almost therapeutic. This Glaucoma episode too brought out the storyteller in me.
In fact I wrote a lot this year. Did a professional internship as a content writer and learnt a lot about the technique. I love how can control my passion by my spiritual awareness and channelise those emotions in a constructive way. I am so grateful for this.
Another thing I am grateful for is my Indian origins. I was so looking forward to go back to home this time. I was so eager to meet everybody back there. Although we received the news of my Grandmother's and my husband's Uncle's death, I was calm. It was destined anyway.. I was glad that they didn't have to suffer while their last moments and lived a long life to look up too. They lived a life of discipline and That's one thing I want to learn from them. I have already made a lot of lifestyle changes since a year now and after visiting India again I realised that it was all possible since we live in Germany now. No matter how much I love India, I did get enough of it this time. Also because I stayed a bit longer this time. It made me face the harsh truth. Something that even I am uncomfortable to accept myself. That I missed my home in Siegen. It was not just my husband who was away from me for a month but that whole atmosphere where I have the luxury to be with myself. Follow a routine and also be myself. It's hard to explain that I actually feel like a rich person in a way who has many homes. Instead of owning one since I consider myself as a nomad who refuse to settle down.
I have reservations about buying property and I avoid talking about it because I hate to argue with those who think otherwise. I am ok with people having their own opinions. Everyone should have one. But I am truly surprised at how much people become defencive and offensive by just some philosophical ideas. It bothers me a lot that I have to struggle hard to be neutral and positive among people I call mine. And I have concluded that behind their encroaching behaviour and obliging attitude, is their love for us. Yet it is indigestible at times. By them, I mean me. A part of me is like that. Refusing to settle down of satisfaction and aspiring for something or the other all the time. Not to cherish the process or goal but to run hysterically behind the ideas of success.
I think this is the worst part of 2016 so far. It's not the experiences but the realisation that it brought forth. A revelation that I am one of those but now committed to be otherwise. I am changing as a constitution of values and priorities. It is alienating me from rest of me and hence the pain. Pain of immature feeling of abandonment and at the same time a mature understanding of growing out of the limitations. It will carry on for sometime now, I know. I will move away from the world that I call mine only to come closer to my true self that lies forever a mystery to be discovered.
I am sure that 2017 will bring such opportunities for me to unveil those hidden secrets within me and life.
Till then, the journey continues....




