Am just looking out of my window,its snowing. Its beautiful. Paris never gets its share of snow anyway. So when it snows,its something to watch and acknowledge. I feel privileged for some reason. Being out here is not the best thing. I remember all the Christmas and new year festive, family including extended around, friends and neighbours at home. Those moments I dearly miss. But at the same time I want to appreciate what I have.

Someone might think it is awkward not to like Paris. I am not disliking this city. It is beautiful and stuff. Of course. But how disgusting a place is when one celebrates such religious days like Christmas over wine, champagne and good food,with friends and friends’ friends without ever mentioning why the day is being celebrated! Giving and receiving gifts from people, even the unexpected ones. Loving every gift including  that one, one hates most.

Then we drink and talk and eat and drink …….and the circle continues. Then we realize that it is 2:30 am. Those who can leave ,do so. Those want to stay or have to ,stay over. I fell in the latter. I was not willing to take a cab. I was not sure to afford. I was with this friend I had not seen for sometime. Since we did not decide whether to go to her place or mine, we decided to stay over as the others left.

The next day I was somehow tired and lost. The usual hangovers. I wake up,jump over and wonder why am where I am. Five minutes was the time I needed to get to know the answer. I opt for a huge cup of black tea.

Do I have to spend Christmas this way year in year out? Do I have to offer gifts to people who do not really matter to me in the name of “friendship”?Even if I do not particularly appreciate them? Do I have to spend a lot of time over a meal however tired or bored I could be?Do I have to fake my smiles all evening and force myself to listen to people who do not please me,or people I sincerely do not like. Do I have to do what the Romans do just because I am in Rome?

Anyway I am not really complaining or disliking what I have now. I think its a high time I learned to appreciate Paris with its glamour and beauty. Its boring Parisians who never like anyone. Its perfect transport system.

All the pretty monuments that shine in the winter nights. The splendid streets that glitter with decorations.

Then the new year is all about a nice meal(as ussual) then going out to dance the night away.All night long,dancing  and dancing and dancing, and shouting “bonne année!”(happy new year!)

The new year is here,long live Paris!

Happy new year to all!