These dreams echo deeply within us all, whether you reside in a quaint yet comfortable thatched cottage nestled in the lush greenery of a distant countryside or in a luxurious high-rise overlooking the bustling metropolis. The pursuit of happiness and the desire for growth and self-improvement weave through the fabric of human existence, uniting us in a profound, shared journey.
However, a startling statistic shrouds these hopeful resolutions: around 90% of those who set them abandon them within weeks. This sobering reminder illustrates that even our genuine intentions can falter amid daily life.
As I reflect on the tapestry of my life, I am transported back to that exciting moment each year when the new year beckons with promises of fresh beginnings.
The backdrop of my childhood was vividly shaped by the nurturing warmth of my family's New Year celebrations. After the early-morning mass we attended together, the festivities unfolded at our grandparents' rustic old farmhouse nestled in South India. It was a time characterized by the delicious aroma of Indian savory breakfast and sugary cake treats. Following which, I found myself enveloped in a soft, well-worn shawl, comfortably seated in an old armchair on the sun-kissed veranda. The gentle chirping of birds and the whispering of the swaying coconut trees provided a peaceful background.
In those moments, armed with my textbooks, I delved into my studies, driven by a fierce commitment to academic excellence. Unknowingly, I was also practicing the art of making promises for the year ahead. I believed that the quality time and effort invested on the 1st of January would likely translate into a consistent pursuit throughout the entire year.
One might wonder why our family tradition brought us to my grandparents' ancestral home for the New Year celebrations. The answer lies in my father's dual identity. Although he was an electrical engineer by profession, his heart belonged to the land, and every Sunday he made the weary journey by bus to manage his cherished fields. During our school holidays, we, as a family, would pile into my father's tiny Fiat and set off for our ancestral home for various festivities, whether it was Christmas, New Year, or Pongal—the Tamilian Thanksgiving.
However, my world took a sharp turn when I turned 15. The undeniable charm of romance novels captured my imagination, drawing me into a whirlwind of stories filled with passionate love affairs and heart-wrenching dilemmas. Alongside the turbulence of adolescence, complete with its emotional highs and lows, this newfound obsession shifted my focus from textbooks to tales of love and longing in faraway lands.
Consequently, I experienced a staggering decline in my grades that lingered painfully throughout an entire school year, leaving me to grapple with the stark contrast between my once steadfast dedication to learning and the distractions that now filled my days.