Image courtesy Here I’m a scarecrow on a landscape without a trace of crows. Silence is not really required to protect me here in this arid wilderness. What have I got to speak, however? As another year ends, As time draws on having etched yet new lessons on a soul that is already etched with too many scars and scares, what they would call lessons of life, I have understood the worth of silence. I have learnt to stand here patiently resisting the inner urge for crows to scare. The crows have flown away. I should consider myself a fulfilled scarecrow! What is the purpose of my existence now? Maybe, it’s time to put on new motley As the old calendar is discarded into garbage. Wish you all a Happy, happy New Year.
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