Viral Fever on NYE - Happy New Year

A glass of orange juice and a mood for writing blog, what else one can want on New Year Eve.


I've never really been one to get hyped up about NYE (New Year Eve), maybe because when we were growing up our parents never made a huge deal about it. A piece of Indian sweet dish Barfi at 00:01hrs is enough for me and family to celebrate NYE. Later on, when I was young it was an excuse to party. I attend two or three in my teenage life but I hate these kind of parties filled with Alcohol and Sluts.

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I have spent a few NYE's at home feeling unwell thanks to stupid viral fever in this season (Thank God I have something viral to share with you apart from those videos and messages). This is third time in a row I fell sick on NYE. Any day you are sick is unfortunate. You can take it as a given that every day of your life you would prefer health to sickness. It is natural for everyone to prefer to be healthy than to be sick. In that way you could see any day that you’re sick as bad luck especially if that day is NYE.


If one believes in Superstition, does it mean that you’re likely to be sick all year, or have some other misfortunes all year? Don’t Know. I do not think much these day.


I don’t make resolutions too. You need a brave heart and strong inner will for completing even those small-small resolutions.


I get surprised when I see people bursting fire crackers, driving fast, drinking and dancing, getting cosy with their partners on NYE. I mean why so much excitement? Is this a kind of festival? Why we celebrate festivals? Any moral story behind this? Why NYE is so important for us? Any guess? Any idea? Think why we get so much excited on this day?


This year too I will spend my NYE alone at home watching movies and drinking café (I stay away from Alcohol in sickness). No partner, No friends, No one. I have a few invites but I will prefer to stay at home.


Happy New Year to All Of You.

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Yogesh Sharma is the Author of the books For someone special and Rompimento.

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My Balcony

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The view you are looking in Image is from my balcony (3rd floor) at home. One of my favorite place, It is about twenty to twenty five feet in the air, which means you look out from about twenty to twenty five feet in the air. Our apartment is snugly fit against the other buildings.

I like to be out here, can stay pretty much all day. Breathe some fresh air, while having a cup of tea. On weekends, I get a chair, sit and read. Soaking up the sun is little difficult here as sunlight didn’t reached here. But still I love my balcony. I also have few plants and a bird feeder in my balcony. Parrots, pigeons and squirrels always play here.

I often come here in the night to watch starry sky. To break the silence, to hide my emotions, to hide my tears.

I hate when balconies are often underused or unimaginatively used. It’s common to see aesthetically naive residents stashing away all kind of items in their balconies. Most of my neighbors relegates this precious space to a mere store or worse still, an in house junk yard.

In my point of view, a balcony should be properly planned and creatively decorated, if you can able to do this it can be your favorite relaxation space within the home.

Love Your Balcony Always…

Yogesh Sharma is the Author of the books For Someone Special and Rompimento.

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A Sad Christmas Eve

Christmas should be the happiest time of year, an opportunity to be joyful and grateful with family, friends and colleagues. But not for our hero Sunny. One week before Christmas 2017 our hero in this story had just been dumped by his girlfriend.

‘You’re not quite right for me,’ she’d said in a text.

Sunny called her, thinking it was a joke but it was not.

First Love, break-up, end of the relationship. Love forever is gone. He was feeling battered.

On Christmas eve he tried to call her but she blocked her from everywhere. May be she was move on with some other guy, he thinks. He was sad, disappointed and right in the center of tinsel, twinkle lights, and towering holly, He lost it. The dam opened today in his living room and waterfall tears gushed out.

“Santa isn’t real. I am all alone. Bad luck is with me. Nothing goes right. What about my wishes and emotions?”

He cried and cried whole night. Every expectation that Christmas would show-well — was busted, like little shards of lemon pickle jar.

All hopes were crushed. A dream of a romantic week with her lady, with a bottle of mulled wine and adoring gifts was shattered.

Next day…

He wakeup. Those thoughts still striking in his mind. He was single and miserable, spending Christmas alone and her EX was enjoying with her family and friends.

“She don’t care about you”, his devil mind said.

He has no one with whom he can share his feelings. May be he want to share with his friends or family but he has “Trust Issues” now. Now he doesn’t want to trust someone so easily.

He moved toward the window and open the curtains. Though the sun was shining brightly but still the air was icy and sharp.
The first thing he did was replied everyone on Whatsapp who wishes him ‘Merry Christmas’ though they were few in numbers but sometimes numbers doesn’t matter. He wished them all.

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He finished his breakfast. He sat in his small balcony and started reading a book. He took a nap in the noon.

Until now he didn’t feel lonely or sad but the main problem starts in evening. As the evening gets darker he started feeling alone and depressed. It is due to break-up or it is SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder)?

May be it is due to unrealistic expectations and excessive self-reflection.

Finally, he decided to go outside. He doesn’t want to spent his night feeling excruciatingly lonely and questioning Why he was here on this Planet?

He landed in a nearby market where he lives. Whole market was shining, hundreds of fairy lights draped over trees and buildings. It was perfect.

There, from a small sweet 2 years old kid to 80 years old lady all were looking happy, enjoying this moment. Saying Merry-Christmas to each other. For a moment he forgets about his bitter life.

It’s 9 in the evening, the time was come for him to go home, but seems like he doesn’t want to leave.

After a long time, I see a smile on his face.
He is really happy from inside or is it a fake smile?

He is loving all this that’s why he doesn’t want to leave or he is afraid of that loneliness, which is waiting for him at home?

Will someone ever understand him?
Too many questions…

Let him live this moment, don’t disturb him.

Shhh…

Shhhh… shhhhhhhh….

Merry-Christmas friends.

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Yogesh Sharma is the Author of the books For someone special and Rompimento.

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