It’s me again. I think I’m like the distant relative you see once in a blue moon who come to a function outrageously dressed and it feels like you’ve known them forever.
Anyway, it’s another year.
It’s been 3 (???)(!!!!) years since I started this blog to channel my emotions and thoughts into the great void of the internet. I know I’ve been MIA, and I have no excuse for it other than the fact that I’m too busy laughing at some meme which has no business being funny and is actually not funny to anyone except me.
Instead of the categorized yearly round-up I’ve done before, I thought I’d do a mismatch mixture soup with croutons of Year In Review because I felt like it. And also because I don’t have that much energy and don’t know enough English words to actually separate the three. AND BECAUSE THIS IS NO LONGER LOVE READ DREAM. (darn, I’d forgotten about that) (and I’ve also become the old British lady who says darn and gosh complains about backaches)
Anyway, enough rambling. This was supposed to be a heartfelt and emotional piece and two paragraphs in and I’ve become the same trash I was always, the year changes but I don’t huh.
The year started off great, I went through a period of happiness and peace. I had great plans for the year and I was on the way to hopeful eternal goodwill. Maybe this overconfidence stood like a hurdle in the way and tripped me up into another dark period. Through the second half of 2018, I could feel myself going bad again. Dark thoughts of jealousy, self-pity, and insecurity I thought I’d banished came back to me and overturned all my efforts. But not for long. I managed to rise back up and kick ass.
I met many great people and despite my constant refrain of ‘I have 0 friends lolmao’ I know I have close friends I know I am happy with. Old friendships were rekindled and new friendships were formed. I also had to change myself and my appearance on the sayings of some people, no more of that in 2019, I’m being my sparkly, colourful self.
Books. The bittersweet feeling that comes at the end of the year, when you feel that there is a vast untouched world before you and you can change it with your actions and decisions, it comes to me at the end of every good book I read. I feel raw and reborn. managed to read 72 books this year and I have many more unread books to rip into. May this year be a year of more good books. Some of the memorable books(in no particular order) :
- A Place For Us, Fatima Farheen Mirza
I finished reading this last night because I didn’t want to leave any unread book into the new year, and oh hell, I cried like a baby. It’s a beautiful moving story which, on the surface is about a Muslim Indian-American family in a strange country, but is also about trying to fit in, negotiating your way and finally finding a place in the world. 100000/10 would recommend it to random people on the street.
- The Palace of Illusions, Chitra Banerjee Divakurini
This book was recommended to me by everyone and I get the hype. It’s the story of the Indian epic, Mahabharata, but told through the point of view of Panchaali, or Draupadi, the wife of the five Pandavas. So, it’s essentially a feminist perspective of Mahabharata. But don’t let these big words scare you away. Me, with my very limited knowledge of Indian epics, was reduced to tears at reading this.
- Sacred Games, Vikram Chandra
haha, you thought. It took me a week to read this huge 900 page book, and it was surprisingly nice. The Netflix TV series obviously shortened it but this??? 10/10 would recommend.
- The Color Purple, Alice Walker
I had to write an essay on this book but even otherwise, I would definitely choose to read this book. I, regrettably, haven’t read a lot of books by African-Americans, hopefully, it’ll change this year, and this book has strong undercurrents of homosexuality. My girl Alice Walker was ahead of her time.
- Home Fire, Kamila Shamsie
If you have to read one book this year, make it Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie. It is a deeply moving book about immigration and Islamophobia and family ties and I cried through it. (To think about, I did a lot of crying this year).
- More Happy Than Not, Adam Silvera
One of my friends and I decided we would read all books by Adam Silvera but we managed to read only More Happy Than Not before dissolving into tears and melancholy and the unfairness of life. It’s a faintly dystopian novel about two gay boys and coming out.
- A Quiet Kind of Thunder, Sara Bernard
Yes your honour, this is the culprit. This book with its beautiful cover and moving storyline is why I started learning Sign Language instead of studying for my finals.
There are two very important things you will learn when you read this book:
1) you don’t to be able to hear in order to listen, and
2) just because you cant speak doesn’t mean you don’t have a voice.
I rest my case.
- Big Little Lies, Liane Moriarty
The fact that I read this book only this year is a testament to how long the year has been. You might have heard of this book, it’s about three strong women and the struggles they face along with their friendship.
- Simon vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda, Becky Albertalli
The book, as wells as the movie (Love, Simon, which came out this year) is beautiful. It’s again gay. You’ll love it.
- A Thousand Yearnings, Ralph Russel
I think this was the book which got me back into reading and exploring Urdu literature and its beauty.
You can check out more books I’ve read (if you want to) here
Other important stuff which happened this year was my unhealthy addiction to makeup.
OH. I also become a pet parent to two kittens.
Meet Crookshanks, Cookie for short, and Buttercup, Biscuit for short. They’re the cutest I’ll die for them.
Phew, this has become long. But there’s more. 2019.
Hopefully, this year will be the year of more personal growth and happiness, a time of self-introspection and reaching goals. Every hardship will be seen as a test and we’ll come out of it stronger than ever before. We are all phoenixes, rising from the ashes. May this year bring more joy, more peace, more great people, good food, good clothes, makeup on fleek, more opportunities to do good, to be good. (And ahem more articles and poems from yours truly). To finally find a place in the world. And more than anything else, to know that we are blessed. We got this, boo.
What are your goals for the new year? Which books have you read in 2018, and which ones do you hope to read in 2019? What were your achievements, small and big, in the course of last year?
I’m going to start reading Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng and I’m excited.
Signing off (hopefully for not another whole year).