December💫

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Sometimes, December is troublesome.
It comes with lots of stories that have new beginnings with subtle emotions. 
Some are exaggerated while others are there just to prove their existence. December is not for admiring but for acknowledging and anticipating things around us. It tells you to survive between the voids or spaces where you had once been left behind by people you truly love. Now when you belong with these voids, eventually you start feeling like home. 
December helps you to find your home. It will ensure you end a few chapters of your life, recreate some new stories but with different versions. December distributes love in 31 parts. Each day comes with a new step: a refill in your mind and heart. 

December comes with hope, carrying the essence of autumn on my bed sheets, with love beneath my bookshelf, closing secrets under my pillows, erasing unseen constellations and adding new ones. December is full of love. It is a beautiful scar on my wrist, gifted by my pet. It is a lullaby my sister sang to her baby.
December is not the end, it is the process of ecdysis. Where some people shed their old versions and start developing the new, while others are just repairing the old ones.
Sometimes full stops are important to keep things apart. Fullstops prevent irregular mixing of incidents giving it a fine blend. They help to keep sentences alive and independent.
December is a full stop, which helps to start a new sentence, or may be a new beginning. 
Sometimes December is a comma which ensures continuation. Sometimes it's a paragraph which binds incidents at the same time, conserving its individuality.
At times December is a beautiful haiku written by a bare soul. And sometimes it is just an introspection, after a long time.

You see, December is versatile. It has different shades. Some are darker in their own ways, while others are the brightest of all. 
I love December when it listens to me, when I am allowed to edit my story. I love December, when I am the only one who gets to choose between fullstops and commas. 
I love December when it loves me back.

Shruti💫


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