December, a month which feels like a Sunday of the week, always carries different pieces of emotions. The time when Nature also whispered - 'let it go'. December comes with different stories every time, sometimes it's a loss, sometimes it's a find. We always implore that - "December, you are the last one, so be the best one!". But is it so? Maybe the answer is 'No'. December carries the essence of finishing , empty and agony with it. Maybe the last push for a new start. The cycle of being afraid, believing again, getting hurt and again being afraid ends here. The way a tree becomes lifeless,humans also fall out of life. A season with an urge to slow down within it. The best thing about time is that time changes. With the rule of nature the season of falling out and letting go also comes to an end. A new start waits there for us just like the flash of light after the darkest Tunnel. And human life goes on and on. The beauty of life, the test of different emotions complies with nature and they started walking parally, maybe with a hope of better along with 'maybe's and 'what if's.
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