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Resolution

Dear 2015,

I had a great time with you. Met number of interesting people. Had mind blowing experiences. I just can't forget this year. But time has come to say you good bye.

Though I learned many things, I failed too. I had plans to do so many things. I don't know where things went wrong. May be that's called ' Trade Off's '. You get something unexpected for something pre-planned. That's alright.

So my intention to write this letter was to tell you that the next year I am not going to fail. This time I have made my RESOLUTIONS crystal clear. Do you want to to know what's the first resolution on the list? To fulfill all the resolutions on the list..lolzz. Just kidding.





I know that every year people make number of resolutions, and give them up within fifteen days. I know the reason behind that. Its very simple. YOU CAN'T CHANGE OVER A NIGHT. So I think my resolution is going to be very simple and basic. A single thought. (Just like the movie Inception)

A thought to take my life in a new way.  To discover that I haven't explored. Its need not to be something extraordinary. It could be anything. Like, learning to cook. Teaching English to my Grandma. Listening to music of unknown language. Reconnecting people with lost contact. There could be thousand of things.

So that's all. Thank you for such a wonderful time. Hopefully next year would be even better. 



Yours Anything_You_would_like :)

Shreyansh
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