It’s that time of the year

Yo!

It’s that time of the year again

Where things start to make sense

When realization hits hard

When guilt starts to fade away

And also the things start to make sense

It’s that time of the year again

When we look into the past 9 months

To figure the good, the bad, and the ugly

To rise above all the troubles

To hold the damned torch as high as possible

To say Thank you and Sorry to all

For the part, they played or are still playing

It’s that time of the year again

To access my life and try to bring positive changes

To start looking after my health

Both mental and physical

When all that matters is ME

and some more people 😉

It’s that time of the year again

To understand the lyrics of the songs

To understand the meaning of the words said

To connect the dots and realize stuff

To grow and let grow

To live and let live

To be happy and make others happy

To smile and let smile

Because smiles are here and smiles are there

Smiles are everywhere

No matter the time

The reason

The occasion

Smiles prevails

So let all smile

No matter the time of the year 😀

P.S.: I am back to B’lore from my Family trip to Gujarat. It was a great time with parents/sisters/relatives. I loved it all. Will share the pics in the next post 😉 I am proud of my younger sister because lately she’s been listening to English songs and she knows Careless Whisper of George Michael 😀 She’s growing awesome. I am also proud of my elder sister because of the wise words/thoughts she shared with me while our return trip to B’lore. She definitely has a way of letting the audience think like her and also because I couldn’t go anywhere else as I was on the flight so I HAD TO listen to her and she really made sense 😛

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9 thoughts on “It’s that time of the year

  1. I feel so unsure
    As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
    As the music dies, something in your eyes
    Calls to mind a silver screen
    And all its sad good-byes

    I’m never gonna dance again
    Guilty feet have got no rhythm
    Though it’s easy to pretend
    I know you’re not a fool

    I should’ve known better than to cheat a friend
    And waste the chance that I’d been given
    So I’m never gonna dance again
    The way I danced with you, oh

    Time can never mend
    The careless whispers of a good friend
    To the heart and mind
    Ignorance is kind
    There’s no comfort in the truth
    Pain is all you’ll find

    I’m never gonna dance again
    Guilty feet have got no rhythm
    Though it’s easy to pretend
    I know you’re not a fool

    I should’ve known better than to cheat a friend (should’ve known better, yeah)
    And waste the chance that I’d been given
    So I’m never gonna dance again
    The way I danced with you, oh

    Never without your love

    Tonight the music seems so loud
    I wish that we could lose this crowd
    Maybe it’s better this way
    We’d hurt each other with the things we’d want to say

    We could have been so good together
    We could have lived this dance forever
    But now, who’s gonna dance with me?
    Please stay

    And I’m never gonna dance again
    Guilty feet have got no rhythm
    Though it’s easy to pretend
    I know you’re not a fool

    I should’ve known better than to cheat a friend
    And waste the chance that I’d been given
    So I’m never gonna dance again
    The way I danced with you, oh

    now that you’re gone
    (Now that you’re gone) was what I did so wrong, so wrong
    That you had to leave me alone?

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  2. Very nice reflections for 2017 so far Darshith 😊 Hope the rest of the year brings you peace love and joy in every moment 😊 Your sisters are adorable and I’m looking forward to reading about your Gujarat travels 😉 Love the song!!! 😍

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