December is like that last breeze of air that feels like a wrap up to our year's mashup. Sometimes it is like a hopeful shower on the lives that gloomed into cactus. Sometimes it is like a hopeless storm on the lives that had bloomed all the year. December is that time of the year that folds up many regrets and unfolds so many dreams too. December is the summation of what you normally term as 'a good year passing by'. December is also that 'kay sera sera' waiting for that Santa coming soon. Dear December, you have it in you to make everyone's calendar. Dear December, please be a nice goodbye to everyone's year.

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But before Alice went to Wonderland, she had to fall.

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Money can't buy happiness but can buy me a YourQuote premium and I think that's enough happiness I'd want everyday.

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If you are too busy looking for happiness, you'll keep looking for it.

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They said happiness was about catching the most colourful butterfly but I simply saw it flying and let it be, and knew I was the happiest.

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Happiness isn't about holding a piece of sand, but like watching it whirl with the winds.

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Happiness isn't a destination like many think, but it's a journey of wanting to and keep wanting to be happy even when you aren't.

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November often feels like leaves falling and thoughts of 'not everything stays'. It's not just regrets, but about thanksgiving to everything you could be and you couldn't It is sometimes like hopeless ten months gone by with nothing big done, but November is also hopes of two months still on your garden with leaves vacant stems beginning to seek new leaflets. And not just falling, departing and surrender, but November feels like lighted candles, bells ringing around and cozy blankets waiting for you to be home.

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Being a giver is never easy. I've never been able to evaluate the amount of love, care and respect to give to others. Or to give one less because I get less from them. Because I contain so much of it, is why I give so much of it. Like it rains because the clouds have had too much, not because the ground needs it, though we think the other way round. Maybe like the rain, I will never know how much to give and how much one deserves. Each time, I'm left empty-handed after giving me, I feel my legs unearthed, and spine-stabbed but in a moment my heart gently smiles because sometimes people cannot give not because I don't deserve, but because they don't carry much.

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आधी रात, गाने, हम
और मेरा तुम्हें देखना और
तुम्हारा ये कहना की तुम्हारी आंखें....

फिर मेरा पूछना, हाँ मेरी आंखें क्या?
और तुम्हारा कहना कि
बस आँखों के आगे कुछ और
बोल नहीं पाता
अन्दर रहना अच्छा लगता है,
रहने दो....

अंत में मेरा तुम्हें देखना
और मेहसूस करना कि
इन आँखों ने तुम में मेरी जिंदगी का
सबसे हसीन तोहफा देखा है..

और देख रही... देख रही !

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