These are poems I wrote when I felt like I was alone in this big world.

Happy New Year Monika!

Apart from contemplating the point of celebrating a social construct in the middle of a party, I have also decided to unwrap Shashi's gift and it is a pretty, pretty diary! A little tipsy, my first new year's resolution in almost 12 years is that I will maintain a journal this year.

Fatima thinks I shouldn't try too hard at journaling—I should do it as and when I feel like it. But this exercise is more of an attempt to re-orient myself. These days I forget who I am, what my ambitions are. I also need a way to track my depressive episodes and potential triggers.

I am kind of glad I came to this party. I was initially scared of feeling lonely and anxious, but I am enjoying it. For now.

I don't think I'll be up till midnight though. The process of going to bed early gets sweeter as I age. Anyway, Happy New Year Monu!