It’s been a somber end to the year here in India, and I felt that the poem below aptly wraps up the reality of the year gone by – all the joys and sorrows, highs and lows, that keep the carousel of life spinning.

The Year

What can be said in New Year rhymes,

That’s not been said a thousand times?

The new years come, the old years go,

We know we dream, we dream we know.

We rise up laughing with the light,

We lie down weeping with the night.

We hug the world until it stings,

We curse it then and sigh for wings.

We live, we love, we woo, we wed,

We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,

And that’s the burden of a year.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox


But let me also heed the slogan I read on the board outside a church in Bandra, ‘Never let a bleak past cloud a future happy new year’ ;

And in that spirit, express my hope that 2013 will be better and happier than 2012, and will bring all our readers success, prosperity and joy.

  •  Zenobia