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Harshali describes her journey through the year as she is ready to cross the threshold into the New Year, as part of the Special Feature, exclusively for Different Truths.
As I bask in the glow of the golden sun,
Falling prey to the warmth of the merry rays
The last few days of this year, wave cheerily
A satisfied adieu to my gaze
I look at the beckoning year
Unsure of what I shall find
Will the days ahead bring joy
Or will I need valor
To tread the path before me
Unknown, mysterious
But wait a moment
My mind proclaims
Look back, cross your t’s… dot your i’s
Once you step through this door
You will leave all that was old, behind
Unwilling to cross the threshold, just yet
I look over my shoulder, one last time
To sunny days of fame and applause
The book of my dreams I held
Its reality foreseen… fantasised, as a child
I saw love and happiness surround me
A few moments of struggle, of doubt
But all in all, I feel blessed
For having lived and juggled
The many roles that test
A conscious dreamer
I wrote what I pleased, filtered what I said
Painted with relish and expressed with abandon
Dancing to the tune within
Engulfed in thoughts of rabble-rousing,
Gave wings to what came naturally
Took the knocks on my chin.
And yet my heartbeat wanton
I peer into an opaque future
This crossroad that I stand on 
Repeated every year
With a prayer on my lips and courage in my heart
I ready myself
To take the plunge
Face what may appear
An apparition or an abyss
In the coming year.
©Harshali Singh
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