My December

As the sun rises on the distant horizon of my city, I stand in my room balcony listening to the song "My December".  The first time I listened to it was in 2004, when I was in the eleventh grade standing exactly where I stood at the moment watching the sun rise. It was December, my favorite month of the year because the weather then is absolutely brilliant in Bangalore, not warm but not too cold either, but spread with a bit of chilliness but most of all because its the time of the year that I come back home, no matter where I am. In many ways, Decembers, are like winters, where birds dont chirp alot, people drink a little more coffee and talk a little less, mostly silent, a perfect time to ponder.

Decembers remind me of the year that was and the last month before the year that will be. Coincidently, I find myself here in this month, every single year taking in every moment of those foggy Bangalorean Nights . I remember, I could barely see a few meters and that helped mostly because who wanted to see any further anyway?

Its been eight long years and I am still listening to "My December" again after that first time I did, only difference being that now its July and I can't wait for another six months for December to come to write about it. A lot has changed since then, really ALOT and Im sure a lot has changed for you too since you heard "Your Song"for the first time. But when you really love a song, you are always reminded of that exact mood and how it made you feel the very first time, every time you go on to hear it. Eight years, wow, life hasn't slowed down one bit. I am still that girl, running around the city with a pocket full of dreams, waiting patiently for them to be fulfilled. After all these years,  I am still reminded of the streets I walked on; the people I liked; people I forgot and the people I had to forget; the people I never met again and the people I never wanted to meet again. The smiles I forced, the smiles they forced. Guess life is all about that, right from wanting to get away to wanting to come back.

A lot has happened in these eight years, I finished school, left home for college, got over with college, had my first salary, had my first date, traveled a reasonable part of the world, joined Facebook, joined Orkut, left Orkut, moved from listening to rock, then pop and now old Bollywood songs. Saw two anti - corruption movements in my country, experienced global recession, saw dictators fall and democracies rise. All in these eight years! .. so why call this just a song?

My December - listen to it.