A letter to 2020-George M Soni (group 3)

Dear 2020,

Every year we celebrate our planet making a revolution around the sun, we mark the completion of a year and welcome the new year. But, what do we celebrate?

Time that passes linearly forward has never stopped to contemplate it's passing. 2020, maybe you don't care for your name, this 'time period' we humans have marked for ourselves. Out of the billions of years this universe has existed, how significant is a single year for you time? 

But for us humans, it is filled with hopes and aspirations. A chance to redeem ourselves from the clutches of the past years. We blatantly reject the idea that we have always been here, passing through the illusion of time. Welcoming the marking of a different set of numbers, maybe as a sign of redemption. 

Maybe we don't have time like you, time. Us humans, us mortal beings want to engrave our existence by the numbers granted to us. So I am gonna take this frame of time, this speck of eternity and keep it close to my mortal heart. 

Letter to '2020' - Group 1.

Dear 2020,
               I have seen me thriving through all the mountains and valleys that 2019 gave. I have seen me failing at times and growing up from there. I have swam a pool of emotional trauma. Yet, I am here,through the process of wilting and blooming,again. And now stepping into a new year, I am carrying all the fragments of love,better hope and failures of ancestor years ,as my companion of this new journey. I am carrying the fragments of the past,which I am reluctant to leave alone in the history. 2020, I need you to know that whatever comes out of me - good or bad, is the shattered pieces of me evolving into a person. It's me trying to detach the parts of other people which I have been carrying all these years. 2020, know that I ain't afraid of falling, instead I am in an urge to grow as a person,in whole. Pluck me up at times,so I can wilt and later grow back and bloom,unfil the pond,so I can fight for a breath,scratch off my paint, so I can repaint.     
                                                With hope,
                                                      Poornima.