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As I type this article, the calendar shows today’s date to be the 30th of December…..of 2020. I sit still, in contemplation, thinking how this year has dragged on and has yet flown by so quickly, just like a normal year usually does.  But we know very well that this year was not normal for us. Dalgona Coffee, Banana Bread, Only Netflix and No Chill, Isolation, Quarantine, Shelter-From-Home, Lockdown, Last-time-This-Year-Travel posts and so many other unimaginable things became the cliché for 2020, the year which was the scapegoat that accepted (without a choice), the entire blame for ruining literally everything for almost everyone. Lost your job? Blame 2020 Lost your dog? Blame 2020 Lost your mind? Blame 2020 Lost your keys? Blame 2020  (just kidding - blame someone else who you expected to remind you to keep your keys safe) And I definitely agree that, jokes apart, this year has taken a toll on all of us, in a very dark, dreary way. Uncertainty being a new feeling, makes our...

He was born with a mirror held in his hand peeping inside it he saw the most beautiful baby in the land The baby was cared for by a widower a man lacking joy a heart filled with sorrow eyes yearning to cry The man was scared to view his image To see his own face in his mirror for he had been molded into a mirage of should's, should-nots, fears & shivers This man saw the baby everyday enjoying its face in its mirror laughing and smiling curiously admiring  its own pretty reflection A yearning so deep to be like the happy baby stirred the man into a fit the yearning turned to anger anger to hatred because to him, this felt unfair He tore the mirror from its hands smashing it onto the floor bits and pieces flew away alas, it couldn't be restored the baby was shocked the baby squirmed the baby began to cry wailing and wallowing in a language inexpressible begging to see itself one last time the man felt scared at the baby's wails and wanted to suppress it soon So he showed ...